Why does it always feel as though you are not enough?
Why is all that was done still not a parameter enough?
Isn’t the feeling of being pain struck the same for all?
Isn’t compassion and kindness for every living soul?
Kindness doesn’t cost a penny,
To satisfy all – an illusion of many.
The continuous spills of venom does all but stings,
Breaks one slowly into uncountable miniscules.
Staggering each day to see one beaming with pride,
Is that too much to ask by someone strong yet fragile?
Slowly engulfing into that ocean dark,
Don’t know will you ever be enough?
Will you ever be enough?