maybe I'm not good enough

Maybe I was meant to be an almost, I never get the full of it, only the most. Oh sure I'm in the smiles, in the laughters, But somehow not in the happily ever afters. Maybe I'm not people's number one friend, Maybe I'm someone just trying to blend. Sometimes I speak too much, sometimes too little, I didn't realise that maybe my character is too brittle. On some days i brush it off, act like I'm fine, But the heart keeps wanting for someone, and somethings that are just mine. Days where I need that hug that feels like my safe space, Hands that just hold my face, and just slow life's pace. Nevertheless we just learn to move, As life pulls up a new groove. Maybe these are thoughts just clogging my mind, Maybe if i stop reaching out is when my own I'll find. Maybe Im not good enough or maybe I am, life and experiences are just finding 'getting to me' a little tough. Maybe I am good enough the_poem_place