Am I enough

This question runs through my mind everyday

No matter what anyone does or what they might say

My heart teeters on if I’ve ever been more than a passing thought

Or have I ever been the reason for someone’s smile or not

They say I’m the sweetest nicest or most caring

But what if I’m only useful until they get their bearings

Am I someone that can genuinely be thought of as the light in the darkness

Or am I nothing more than a street light

Only viable when convenient but not out of fondness

Am I nothing more than a placeholder for those who lack love

Or does my presence mean more to them? My heart hopes it does

In a room full of people I feel the most alone

Like I’m drowning in conversation that seems real, just not my own

I feel like an extra in a movie of my own life

Like I’m watching from the sidelines as everyone else strives

The ones I hold close, do they ever think of me the same?

Or am I nothing more than a smile, a memory that soon fades

My head is full of what ifs and fear that I’m not enough

And I keep asking myself

Am I truly worth someone’s love?

Acceptance