I hope someday I’ll feel like I’m enough
even if I never get the chance
to take that step that has me hesitating
You’ve seen too much for me to ever dream
of some magical sweeping off your feet
but maybe I could find a way
to shake off this self-doubt
and think of the right words to say
how I think I’m feeling
I’m sure you’d just let me down gently
If I didn’t think that much of you
there’d be nothing to worry about
but I’ve been here before so many times
even my metaphoric scars have scars
So don’t mind me as I struggle in near-silence
I’m just trying to untie these knots I’m in
to reassure myself that it’s not such a fantasy
since all the times before can’t seem to fade
We’re all just walking bundles
of war wounds and anxieties
We show our scars on our sleeves
and never even notice
until the moment comes when we think of
trying to lay ourselves out bare
and can no longer look away
For all I know our jagged lines
might match up oh so perfectly
but I’m still too afraid to take a glance…