Let Down

I’m exhausted

Of trying to prove that I am enough 

Enough for everybody around me 

I invest myself fully into everything 

Everyone 

I encounter

Yet every time 

I’ve heard the words 

You’re beautiful 

And I love you 

It is followed by some type of 

Disappointment 

And I am reminded that no 

I am not enough 

And others somehow are 

Even though you told me otherwise 

That kind of stuff 

It fucks with you 

It fucks with you to the point

Where you no longer believe 

Anything anybody told you

Anything anybody will ever tell you 

Even the things you tell yourself 

Because when I tell myself

You’re beautiful 

I love you 

It still follows 

With some kind of 

Disappointment 

-j.p