I am not enough for me,
How am I enough for you?
I fail at my own desires,
Tell me how you hope I could meet yours?
I do not mean to doubt your words,
Or to call you out on lies, that don\'t exist.
But I find myself doubting what you say is your truth,
A truth so unreal to my mind,
my soul,
my body.
I seem untrusting of you.
But carnival magic plays with what you see, and what you think you know about me.
It\'s all in my head,
The cliche is true,
I\'d swear by my life, and my last dying breath.
It is wholeheartedly me,
And was never, ever, you.