Never enough

I don’t clap when I win, I just sharpen the knife

Lay the moment on the table, cut it up for advice

Every trophy feels hollow, every breath feels late

I don’t feel pride in the mirror, just a debt I can’t pay

They say “look how far you came,” I say “look what I missed”

Every step forward haunted by a ghosted wish

I don’t rest in the light, I interrogate flame

Ask it why it didn’t burn hotter, why it still knows my name

I don’t fail loud, I succeed in shame

Every crown feels crooked when it sits on my brain

My curse is I’m never proud of myself

No matter what I do, it’s never enough

I don’t celebrate wins, I tear them apart

Looking for the crack in my own damn heart

This ain’t ambition, it’s obsession in skin

I don’t chase success—I hunt what’s within

I’m at war with the voice that says I’m not enough

And I won’t stop bleeding till it finally shuts up

I wear armor made of doubt and discipline

Smile for the crowd while I’m rotting within

I don’t need enemies, I’ve got my mind

Replaying every flaw like it’s doing hard time

Every “almost” echoes louder than “made it”

Every “you’re doing great” gets mentally faded

I move the goalpost every time I score

Then wonder why I’m tired, why I want more

I don’t lose sleep over what I didn’t try

I lose sleep over perfection that died

My curse is I’m never proud of myself

No matter what I do, it’s never enough

I don’t celebrate wins, I dissect the proof

Like happiness needs bulletproof truth

This ain’t drive, it’s a blade in my ribs

Twisting every moment I’m allowed to live

I don’t chase success—I hunt what’s within

The part of me that swears I’ll never win

If I ever slow down, I’m afraid I’ll see

There’s nothing left but the pressure in me

So I keep moving, keep breaking my spine

Trying to outrun a voice that sounds like mine

What if “enough” was never the goal?

What if the war’s just a hole in my soul?

No finish line

No finish line

Just me vs me

Every time

My curse is I’m never proud of myself

Every high feels like it comes from hell

I don’t toast to the wins, I sharpen the blade

Carve my name into “not good enough” again

This ain’t ambition, it’s survival dressed clean

I don’t want success—I want peace in between

But till that voice finally lets me breathe

I’ll hunt the parts of me that don’t believe

One day I’ll win and let it stay

But tonight I fight myself… the same old way.