Enough
I bottled all my tears to save for rainy days
I put my bad thoughts in a box and sent it into space
I framed all my smiles and kept them on display
I bagged up all my feelings and threw them all away
I gathered up my hopes and dreams and stored them underground
I grabbed my loud opinions and turned off all their sound
I washed my personality until it sparkled gold
I rewired my brain to do what it is told
I sold all my happiness and traded it for yours
I stitched my lips together to avoid the verbal wars
I rearranged my face and made it pleasing to the eye
I trained my vocal chords to never say goodbye
I polished all my manners to get rid of every scuff
I changed my entire being and still I’m not enough
Still they measured every inch, the skin, the fat, the teeth
Never bothering to search for what lies underneath
So I buy back all my happiness and keep my many scars
And vow to free my feelings from behind these iron bars
For even though they judge and hate, all I will ever see
Is perfectly imperfect, flawed and flawless me
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