I Simply

I simply am.

Imperfect.

Conflicted.

Struggling.

Competent.

There is nothing wrong with me.  Just because I am not perfect.

I’m not a failure because I have failed.

And all of my successes?  They do not make me fully successful.

I complain, but I’m very grateful.

I’m not difficult to understand.  Though I often struggle to express, fully, my thoughts and emotions.

I am an open book.  But every thing about me will never be written.

I have huge expectations.  But I will let you down.

I am these things.

And many more.

Yet, not enough.

I simply, am, what I am.