Musings
Will I be ever enough? Skills! They say it matters the most Don't I have any or is there something that's covering it up? My insecurities, perplexion and doubts, That I've been carrying its weight for so long, A big stage, focused audience and the three people who are especially invited to judge me, To judge all my mistakes and strengths Echoed my voice a thousand times. What if I'm considered an unskilled person? By all those who didn't even know I existed on this planet until now. 'Just go with the flow Dive into the sea Accept your flaws' Told the beloved ones But it didn't leave a single tint of acceptance Acceptance of myself Acceptance of the way I am For at the end all I've got is 'me' Pondered the mind so much Will I be ever enough?