You're Enough


It doesn’t matter what they are to you.
Best friend, lover, spouse, family.
It doesn’t matter.

If you were honest with yourself,
You would accept that we are all strangers to some extent.

I mean,
Can you honestly say that anyone really knows you?

You have secrets.
Twisted thoughts you repress and keep to yourself.
Deny it.
Go ahead.
But you know it’s true.

Who we are on the outside
Is only the person we allow others to see.
But on the inside,
There are many versions of us.

Growing up I was told to not question things.

Believe in God.
Respect your elders.
Act white.
Dress feminine.
Be straight.

With so many rules to follow,
I oftentimes retreat from this reality
And live in a world of fantasy.

My ability to escape this world
Is what has kept me sane.
In the privacy of my room
I can be and do anything.

Fight my enemies.
Save the princess.
Be a hero.
Be a villain.

Every character I write
Is a piece of me.
But I am a puzzle that I can’t solve.
Nobody can.

So if I can’t understand myself,
How can I expect anyone else to?

No one can complete you.
No one can save you from yourself.
No one will be what you want them to be.

That’s okay though.

While I enjoy the company of others,
I don’t see them as answers.

All you really need to know in life
Is how to be alone.
Because in the end,
You are all you have.
And you are plenty.

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