In my sufficiency I take refuge;
and so I talk to myself,
“Rise above the rest,
don’t let them get you down;
They may have their sights set on you
but you can pretend to be invincible;
just be the best version of yourself,
all day, every day.”
But my sufficiency is an illusion;
A pleasant fiction to distract
From what I fear is true:
I am not enough,
But I am addicted to self.
The accomplishments of others rain coals on my heart;
Fire and sulfur and a scorching wind are the portion of my cup.
For sufficiency can never satisfy;
I am never enough;
My best is scattered like chaff in the wind.