I'm surrounded by happy couples

constantly hearing about how happy they are,

about their raging sex lives,

about their amazing children that they have.

And I'm there,

standing,

forced to be the person on the outside looking in.

And the same thoughts always come to my mind,

what am I doing wrong?

Am I not pretty enough,

or smart enough,

sexy enough

kind enough?

Do I not smell good,

or dress well?

Why am I never enough for anyone?

Why can't I ever be loved by anyone?

When will it be my turn?

When will I ever be enough?

Why can't I be enough?

When will I even be enough for me?