What didst thou mean when thou didst declare,

That I, in all my being, was not fair?

When with thine words, so sharp and cold,

Thou didst my fragile worth enfold,

In chains of doubt, so tight, so cruel,

And left me feeling but a fool?

Thou saidst I lacked what others hold,

A spark, a light, a heart of gold.

Yet in my breast, a fire burned,

A love for thee, so deep, so yearned.

But with thy gaze, thou didst convey,

That I was not enough, and turned away.

How couldst thou see but shadows there,

Where once was light, beyond compare?

Didst thou not glimpse the tears I hid,

Or hear the silent cries I bid?

For every word thou spake with scorn,

A thousand blades my soul hath torn.

Yet still, in thee, I sought my worth,

As if thy judgment held the earth.

I measured all that I could be,

Against the coldness cast by thee.

But how could I, a fragile soul,

Withstand the weight of thy dark goal?

To make me doubt, to make me break,

And from my heart, all hope to take.

What didst thou see, what didst thou find,

In me, that left thee so unkind?

Was it thy pain, reflected back,

That made thee deem my heart so black?

For in thy words, I heard the pain,

Of wounds unhealed, of endless rain.

And though thou sought to bring me low,

It was thyself thou didst not know.

For in my heart, I held a truth,

A love that bloomed despite thy ruth.

What didst thou mean, when thou didst say,

That I was not enough that day?

Didst thou not see, didst thou not feel,

The depth of love I could not conceal?

For all thy scorn, for all thy spite,

Thou couldst not dim my inner light.

And now I see, with clearer eyes,

The truth beneath thy cruel disguise.

It was not I who was too small,

But thou, who feared to lose it all.

And so, with words, thou didst defend,

A heart too scared to comprehend.

Yet still, I rise, despite thy blow,

For in my heart, the truth doth grow.

I am enough, I always was,

Despite thy doubt, despite thy cause.

And though thy words did wound me deep,

I found a strength that will not sleep.

For in the end, 'tis love that wins,

A light that shines despite thy sins.

And though thou saidst I was not enough,

I see now, 'twas but a bluff.

For I am more than thou didst see,

A soul untamed, forever free.

So take thy words, and cast them wide,

For they shall ne'er my worth decide.

What didst thou mean, when thou didst say,

That I was not enough that day?

I know now, it was not true,

For I am more than enough, and so are you.