In the midst of night,
I'm still in my gloomy messy room
lying on the bed.
Weep can be heard,
asking my self-
to where I was avoiding of,
but still not a clear refute.

I scoop up my phone
and saw his recent post-
with his new inamorata.
A sudden tear rolls down
as I gawk on them.
They were so jovial that it was,
as if nothing could stop their happiness,
seem found the exhilaration that
was once ours.

Am I not enough?
Am I not worthy?
Where did everything go wrong?
Words repeatedly fighting against my mind,
just like a broken plaque
that was hitting my system frequently.

I wiped my tears away upon my cheeks
and that's the time I realized-
I shouldn't be like this.
He is not the only man in this sphere.
There are lot of lads out there
who can perceive my worth,
who can treat me like a precious diamond.

I have realized that I am enough,
I am more than enough.

- A poem by Paperpen_
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