Pas si simple | Poema

When I look at the paper,
I clearly remark that:

I am not enough tall,
I am not enough strong.

I am too short,
I am too cold.

I am not enough bold,
and this isn't enough long.

I am too shy,
and this is too bright.

I am not enough white,
as I don't sleep enough at night.

I am excessively flawed,
that I think I am gonna caw... awe...

Then I throw (it all),
reaping (then) the mountain of dismal.

I can't be smart enough;
but I have to say: This is enough.

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