I see you with them,
The girls who are always on fleek.
Who look like a walking gem,
With a perfect physique.
I wonder if that’s what you want,
I try to be like those girls.
Those who eat fancy croissants.
And look like shiny pearls.
But I realized I will never be enough,
If you want them you will never think I’m enough.
They will never make me seem enough,
You might not dislike me but I'll still not be enough.
But I want to be enough,
I want you to look at me with eyes of satisfaction.
I want you to tell the world “that’s my stuff,”
Even when I look like a mess, I want no false reaction.
But you hangout with them,
And they are enough.
And you look at me like chewed peppermint gum,
And they will always be the “hot stuff.”
I still like you though,
I realized I need to let you go.