V E N TI'm not good enough. This I am aware of.Reality smacked me in the face this morningAnd told me that I wasn't good enoughIt told me that I would never be good enough.The pillow screams give upThe migraine screams give inWith a head full of doubtIt's too hard to hear the hope in my heartAnd the spirit of my gutWhat will the brand be?Attention grabber?Reaction whore?I don't know but it's what my migraine is yelling at the mirror.The table shouldn't be talkingIt really shouldn't be telling me to put my head down and to the sleep and give inI'm not good enoughAnd so what?I think my heart just had enoughI made a promise to myself not to let this happen to me againI made a solid promiseI think I'll keep that promiseMy gut says do it and so does my heartFor once I'll go with the majority voteSorry brain you'll have to waitI'll call you when I need youI pray for the bestAnd struggle with a migraineUntil my hopes riseIt's getting thereButI still want a cookie
Rub Head, Deep Sigh, Frustrate NowYou aren't angry with me but you areUpset. I know they are two different words.You want the answer, but it is so farAway from you. Migraines are made with swords.I for one, am very proud of my work!Do you not like it? I really like it.My subtle ways to talking is a quirk!I have the power and I have the wit.I know the buttons to press to make youScream, Shout, Cry, Growl, Fuss, and all of that jazz.I'll make you slouch your shoulders and act blue!Current joys have lost all of its pizzazz!You will rub your temples when you meet me,Since it is the answer that you cannot see.
DamnLow GroanDrop DeadHead HeavyEyes RedEyelids DroppingBreath's a SighSpine's a SlumpRub my EyeFeet ImmobileArms of LeadI'm TiredEnough Said