I need to work on me
so that someday it won’t hurt
when I get forgotten
Stray throwaway possibilities
shouldn’t mean so much to me
that when they don’t become reality
I don’t feel abandonded
I draw too much from others
because I’m still so empty
but I don’t know how to fill me up
I can’t seem to stay too still
Introspection leads down dangerous paths
but there’s only so much I can do
I wish I was enough for me
let alone anyone else
then maybe I would actually be
enough for someone else