...what if this isn't enough? all these ideas and sparks and longings misaligned, out of focus never what I want it to be I don't know what I'm doing I don't know if what I contain is worth saying all I have is secondhand or salvaged from dredge it's not even clean it's barely even mine I wish I was better I wish I was valuable to be what my parents regret I am not yet maybe my true worth hides in the truth of it within the thick of me the sweetness of being vulnerable the strength of your own ground to see magic regardless of age or circumstance for me, I will try it is not worth giving up before you even begin I wish to see what happens when I dare to go with my whole heart.