It hurts to feel inadequate (Sitting, Loving, Dreaming, Writing, and Waiting)

It hurts to feel inadequate (Sitting, Loving, Dreaming, Writing, and Waiting)


It hurts to feel inadequate
Like you’re not enough.
It really hurts

To be that flower
That no one stops and smells
Be that candy,
Kids won’t buy,
Unwrap and taste

Sitting,
Staring as the shelf gets empty,
And somehow, you’re still there.
So sour is the taste,
So deep is the pain,
And it hurts like hell.

Loving,
Getting nothing in return.
Dreaming,
Knowing that the dream is gone

Writing
About things that are no more,
Things that never came.
Longing,
For things yet to come.

Waiting
For a gentle soul
That mends the heart together,
Make things better
When will she come?