i find myself facing doubts, las dudas, otra vez.
i'm not smart enough, not skilled enough, not learned enough.
not patient enough, not forbearing enough.
llego a condenarme de nuevo. no soy la suficiente aceptable.
me? nowhere near pale enough or pretty enough, not short enough or thin enough.
not smooth enough, not plucked enough. not attractive- enough.
ni suficiente humilde, ni discreta, ni domestica
not motivated enough, not hardworking enough, not impartial enough, not logical- enough.
not organized enough or forward-looking enough; not brave nor innovative enough.
not careful enough. not consistent enough.
And the mirror I see shows the truth.
puede ser que las dudas son la realidad?
I need my reality and all i can do is hit the floor, on my face, wondering if I'm acceptable yet again. This isn't pretty.