Our heart is so young
Of all things you could nurture it with, you choose hatred
You hate that you’re not so smart
You hate that you’re not as talented
You hate that you’re not enough
I don’t blame..
The world makes us all feel inadequate
It feeds off of our insecurities
But listen
If the whole world is so inadequate afterall
Then maybe there's no point trying to be perfect?
Maybe there's no such thing as ‘good enough’