Fear, riddles through my body.

 

Am I sad enough, or just lying?

Am I mean enough, or just trying?

Am I fake enough, or is it showing?

 

Am I good enough, or am I tired of trying?

Will I be a good enough mother, or just another statistic?

Will I be a sucessful nurse, or an unintentional killer, just like on the web?

 

You see, these thought,

riddle through my body,

the body of fear, which now fears itself,

 

because I'm strong enough to realize,

I am perfect the way I am,

Good or bad, wrong or right,

 

there is no black and white, just grey

there is no perfect way, just what you believe

always try, there is no giving up

 

We all mistakes, you and I,

difference now is, my mistakes and my fears

don't define who I am anymore.