Not Being Enough

Not being enough.

That’s what I’m afraid of.

Running out of ways to earn that approval.

Failing to please the eyes dripping with expectation.

The eyes that mean. The eyes that matter.

Doing all that my capabilities allow me to,

Maybe a wee bit more than that,

And yet, being tagged as a disappointment.

That’s what I’m afraid of.

Defying the epitomes of hypocrisy?

We all aim for that. But who succeeds?

Dreams and goals and hopes. They're lies, my dear.

Life and it's twisted shortcomings-

They don't work that way. Unpredictable? Yes.

But it's never enough, either way.

What is this happiness you speak of?

Do you realise how Utopian an idea it is?

You don't. Happiness is nothing but a lie.

A warped lie we're fed ever since our birth.

They ask us to be happy.

Yet, very subtly, they don't define it.

We set our priorities, yes.

And that's what stands in our way.

Between us and all our dreams.

But that's what matters at the end of the day.

In a failed attempt to make others happy,

We fail to realise that we're letting go of

That tiny piece of our self which screams out

To our conscience.

In a failed attempt to carve a smile on the

Faces which are never satisfied,

We forget to take care of our happiness.

Because, we admit it or not, we all know.

No matter how much we try, at the end of each try,

It's never enough.

-E