He was my rock
He believed in me
Without him I’m
left with my
self doubt, my
belief I’m less than.

So I act more than
I hang on the fringe
a rule breaker
All to hide that
I’m good,
but not good enough.

I know my limits
so I think.
But now, without shelter,
I’m left with the question
Is there a middle between
more and less?

I’m lost in indecision
self awareness
sucks

Acceptance
one word
a life time