The world may come at you with knives
and try to cut away the pieces of you
that do not fit their vision
of who you should have been
The voices may pile up one atop the other
screaming your inadequacies
Rehashing every loss and sorrow
You never learned to grieve
And you may spend your whole life fighting
And never seem to make ground
You may lose your friends
And see your enemies in power
But know this
You do not have to fulfill any prophesy
You do not have to avenge the girl
You do not even have to get your shit together
To be worthy of this love
You are enough as you are now
With your failures and your fears
With your dreams unaccomplished
With your weaknesses and doubt
You with every goofy grin
With your scars and addictions
With the weirdness to your walk
And your terrible fashion sense
You are loved