They ask me, "Why are you so hard on yourself?" And I smile. Because it's not something I choose. It's built in. It's always that quiet voice that never shuts up, whispering you could've done better. No matter what I do, it never feels like enough. I achieve something, and the pride lasts maybe a minute before the doubt moves back in. I lie awake replaying moments no one else remembers, wishing I could fix things that probably weren't even broken. Every day I wear this calm face, but underneath, I'm chasing a version of myself I can never catch. People see effort - I see failure. They see progress - I see the gap. I don't want to be pertect. I just want to feel like I'm finally enough. Even once.