I still continue to wonder if I’ll ever be enough. If what I do will ever be right to you, you, and You. Sometimes I fool myself into thinking if I just try harder I can be enough for anyone with expectations of me, but when the expectations become contradictions, there are some things I’m not willing to sacrifice. I know this is right. Your priorities are the ones that are skewed. You’re impossible. You’re difficult. This and I hold value.