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I climb but still the height feels low
I shine but doubt won’t let it show
Each step I take still feels too small
As if I’m meant to lose it all
They praise me but I doubt the claim—
What if I just outran the blame
What if their love is just a lens—
And not the truth that never bends
But value isn’t earned by strain
It’s in the way I bear the rain
The fact I try and hurt and speak—
Is proof that I am not too weak
So if I ask again again—
“Am I enough”don’t give me “when ”
Just hold me through that haunted stuff—
Until I feel I am enough
