by Cameron Lockett
I present myself to you
In my most basic form
I’m just a man
The accolades behind me, the thoughts of a perfectionist in me, a future filled with potential before me
A big ego paired with a smart mouth
I’m a man who’s told he’s destined for things… but I’m still a man
I overwork, I’m sad, I constantly feel like I’m not good enough, I strive for satisfaction, but I fear I’ll never reach it or be comfortable in it
I try to hide my imperfections because all I like to show are finished goods
But the thing is I am a finished good, just don’t know if I’m good enough