Will I ever be enough?
Good enough.
There will always be better offerings.
Rub these last two pennies together.
At last.
I am nothing.
Nothing at all.
Not a real musician.
Not a real poet.
Not a real girl.
I reach up and
Will never touch that sky.
Hopeless
Hopefull
Plaintive
Supplicant
Forever be bowing
Scraping the earth.
Never worthy.
Never worth your belief.
Shadow.
Never worth why.

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