Three Letra

And with or without it, I'm good enough.

Maybe I've done enough,
Finally catching up.
For the first time I see an image of my brokenness
Utterly worthy of love.

Maybe I've done enough.

I finally see myself,
Through the eyes of no one else.
It's so exhausting on this silver screen
Where I play the role of anyone but me.

I finally see myself,
Unabridged and overwhelmed,
A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell,
But I'm slowly learning how to break this spell.

And I finally see myself.

Now I only want what's real
To let my heart feel what it feels.
Gold, silver or bronze hold no value here,
Where work and rest are equally revered.

I only want what's real
I set aside the highlight reel,
And leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk;
Worthy of love anyway.