For reasons sunk deep
I know I may never love myself
I know my head will always be in turmoil

I no longer understand whether this is because of how I feel other's perceive me or because of how I perceive myself

I believe it may be both

Though no matter what I believe
I am left to feel it in suffocating desolation.
I feel like my head is clouded by this one specific notion:

I will never be good enough.