Studying for hours ignoring my desires,
I taught myself to sacrifice my happiness
Learnt new hobbies,
cried all night for success
But still, I wasn't enough.
When the clock strikes three,
My thoughts are let free
Shivering hands and sweaty palms
With my pillow in my arms,
I lay on my bed,
staring at the ceiling wondering
Why am I not enough?
Gaining weight because of stress,
Stressing because of gaining weight
Seems endless, doesn't it?
Sleepless nights and restless days,
Thinking about "what if i am overweight?"
Got back on my feet,
Lost some weight,
Studied a little more and groomed myself
Am I enough now?
Yes, I always was.
(At least for me...)