Is This Good Enough 8-24-21

It’s 2:30am And I am feverishly writing in a feeble attempt to throw a bone the other way Flattening the tip of the pen with each thought I crave so badly to feel understood Even as I write I feel a compulsion to over-explain how awful I feel Just to force the pain down the throat of these pages I stop to scan my thoughts I try to decipher if they are good enough I wonder, when was the last time I felt good enough