Although you see her every day
She lives so very far away
Her flesh may exist in front us
But her heart resides in Not Enough
It is there that torment claims her body
And expectations taint her mind
In Not Enough, her worth is rotting
And not a beam of light will shine
She won’t be staying, she keeps declaring
And on her life, she swears and cries
Her residence is temporary
Yet she only has a few more tries
Before the gates are closed and locked
And her poor bones, skin, blood, and soul
Are sentenced to a life of sorrow and loss
Incomplete plans and unreachable goals
So, my friend, tread ever so lightly
For the slightest misstep could lock her up
A simple glance or gentle nudge just might be
What it takes to enshrine her in Not Enough