You don't have to whisper the words for it to be true. The world will tell me that I am not enough.

From the moments I drink coffee alone while staring out my window.
To the light and fire not being on when I arrive home.

Moments of sadness. Loneliness.

Worthlessness creeps like vines around my world.

Yet I still laugh with friends but not out of joy. Out of the fear that if I do not laugh now I may never again.

You drive home to your loved one. House full of noise. Sometimes you wish for peace and quiet.

I...