V E N TI'm not good enough. This I am aware of.
Reality smacked me in the face this morning
And told me that I wasn't good enough
It told me that I would never be good enough.
The pillow screams give up
The migraine screams give in
With a head full of doubt
It's too hard to hear the hope in my heart
And the spirit of my gut
What will the brand be?
I don't know but it's what my migraine is yelling at the mirror.
The table shouldn't be talking
It really shouldn't be telling me to put my head down and to the sleep and give in
I'm not good enough
And so what?
I think my heart just had enough
I made a promise to myself not to let this happen to me again
I made a solid promise
I think I'll keep that promise
My gut says do it and so does my heart
For once I'll go with the majority vote
Sorry brain you'll have to wait
I'll call you when I need you
I pray for the best
And struggle with a migraine
Until my hopes rise
It's getting there
I still want a cookie
Rub Head, Deep Sigh, Frustrate NowYou aren't angry with me but you are
Upset. I know they are two different words.
You want the answer, but it is so far
Away 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 you
Scream, 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.