So many words that flow through me, so many things I want to say but can't ever get out when the time comes.
Why do I always have to doubt myself? When will I be good enough.
Don't feel bad when you can't live up to my standards because so far, no one has.
Especially not myself.
They say true artists are never satisfied with their work. I can relate.
Why am I so afraid of failure that may never come?
I have so many things that I want to accomplish that will never be good enough to see the light of day.
The truth is; I'm tired of not being good enough.
And still the only person stopping me is myself.