I’ll always have this
numbness and
emptiness in me.

I’ll never be fully happy,
some part of me will always
be hollow.

Even if it’s a very small part.
My mind doesn’t settle for one thing.
Not completely.

I’ll always have imperfections,
I’ll never be perfect.

I’ll always doubt myself,
even if I get told
I’m more than good enough.

I’ll never settle with a positive
opinion about myself.

I know they aren’t true,
but I’ll never feel like they are.

I’ll never feel worthy
I’ll always stay humble.

I’ll always know,
But I’ll never feel it.