Overload

Been working hard.
Working with food and people.
Seen peoples happiness, and wished to be a part of it.
Friends tell me about their love, their hugs and the laughters.
I want to be a part of it.
Am I not a funny person? Am I not good enough?
I often tell myself that I'm not good enough, but is it a lie in the end?
I smile to people. I do my best. What else can I do?
I'm filled with impressions and thoughts.
How do I get rid of them? How do I make the voices stop?
The voices that tell me that I'm not good enough. That I'm a bad person, who don't deserve life and joy, but unhappiness and disasters.
I'm tired. Tired of doubting myself. Tired of unhappiness. Tired of life.
But tomorrow's a new day, and I intend to rise with a smile.
I will love a little more, and complain a little less. And in the giving of myself, I will forget my weariness!

Over and out!