From the Depth of my Subconcious

I feel as though

I feel as though my efforts go un welcomed and less than.

With each completion, all that is seen is each and every blemish, and flaw.

Never quite good enough, never to the right standards.

I feel as though my being is less than in every possible aspect.

The potential of something there, but weak and underdeveloped.

Like I was given little, however, but not enough to truly be acceptable.

Each thought conceived, but never executed nor achieved as fulfillable.

Each feeling there, but with no explanation nor validation of why that is.