Atlas: Three

Maybe I've done enough And your golden child grew up Maybe this trophy isn't real love And with or without it, I'm good enough Maybe I've done enough Finally catching up For the first time I see an image of my brokenness Utterly worthy of love Maybe I've done enough And I finally see myself Through the eyes of no one else It's so exhausting on this silver screen Where I play the role of anyone but me And I finally see myself Unabridged and overwhelmed A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell But I'm slowly learning how to break this spell And I finally see myself Now I only want what's real To let my heart feel what it feels Gold, silver or bronze hold no value here Where work and rest are equally revered I only want what's real I set aside the highlight reel And leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk Worthy of love anyway