The inevitable, ironic twist is looming.
The day is coming when you'll finally have convinced me how good enough you really are not -
That will, of course, be the same day that the fog that's been hindering you lifts and you'll finally see all that you, that we, are and can be.
But by then my calloused skin will be too thick; my defenses well-honed. I'll be too far gone.
And your consolation will be the pat-on-the-back that you get to give yourself because, at least you were right all along.
You were never good enough...
if only you could have seen how you were.