Enough?
Am I enough?
Am I enough when insomnia keeps me awake at night
and the only thing I can think about is what you're gonna say
when I fall asleep in class.
Am I enough when anxiety hits me like a train
when I'm at school
or alone.
Am I enough when depression keeps me hostage in my room 24/7
and you wonder
why I'm still sleeping
at 2 in the afternoon.
Am I enough when I slowly stop eating
and I'm dropping sizes
and you don't even notice
my appetite change.
Am I enough when I have cuts on my wrists and thighs
from things you've said to me
or about me.
Am I enough living here
in a world where society will never acceptme
because of my race, gender, age, sexual orientation.
Am I good enough alive...or am I good enough dead?