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I'm not a victim
But I've made myself into one
Plenty.

I'm not impossible to love
But I've made it a chore.

I've got great potential
But I lack self confidence.

I know no one is perfect
But man,
I feel so far from being someone imperfectly perfect.

I don't like these things of me
And I want to be
better than what I am

Sometimes,
it just feels impossible,
Like an addiction I can't win.

I don't know what to call this
Or how to break the cycle.

I just want to find the better me
So
I don't have to wonder anymore
About the what if's
Or the how come's.

I want to do something
about myself
Before I come
completely undone.

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