I’m never enough for you,

am I?

I can never be honest enough,

or open enough,

I can never write you often enough

or well enough.

I can never do well enough,

or

allow you to do enough

with me

(or to me).

Well,

I am sick of being

second rate,

and even though I never thought I would,

I’ve finally had

enough.

I found this in a journal  I kept in 1989.  I was 17 years old.  Interesting, isn’t it,  how some things never change.