Everything in my past has weighed me down in the present.
Everything that is not quite right makes everything Ive done right so wrong.
Everything I want makes everything I have not enough.
Everything I have makes everything I don't more valuable. But I try and try to make everyday like my last, but my heart doesn't seem to manage.
As a child I was always in the shadows of those before me, and if it wasn't better than theirs it simply wasn't sufficient. But my tears have dried. They are dessert storms and one day, just one day everything will be enough.
