I AM INSUFFICIENT

Palsha  Sapkota

Insufficient

 “You are insufficient!” the spinning heart-breaking words. They always used to revolve in my head on various events, and I realized that they weren't right. I continue battling these contemplations; I continue battling myself since I know that it is so essential to have self-conviction. My account of recovery has been one I can't clarify, yet I'm continually endeavoring to be better, to be more powerful than before. I continue considering, and I continue thinking until I overthink. For what reason am I so down? For what reason do I shape words that make me feel like I'm not intended to be here?

I never needed to fall up until this point, yet it's something I should live with. I would rather not connect with individuals since they don't comprehend or have a suspicion of my identity. They endeavor to state that I'm much the same as them; however, who I am seriously is still not revealed? We're altogether made to appear as something else and my reasoning is the thing that murders me. I don't intend to be this profound, and I don't intend to rehash similar tunes just to make sense of an approach to shutting each of these voices.

I wish I realized what wasn't right with me since obviously, I'm not all right. I've silently covered up in the shadows of my brain, and I've felt agony before my eyes. There's a story inside me just like every other person, yet for what reason do I have an inclination that I can communicate in manners that others can't? It thrills me to realize that I have this power with words, where you can feel each and every line. I'm worn out on accounting for myself, and I'm sick of hearing I'm bad enough since I know in the back of my broken personality that I am not. If not sufficient for anyone else, I realize that I am sufficient enough for myself.