Embarrassment
It’s so embarrassing.
It’s tearing at me,
I’m tired of it.
It’s exhausting.
The feeling it’s causing,
I hate it.
It makes me hate myself,
I can’t help but stew in self doubt.
I can’t do this,I can’t keep that,
At some point it turns to fact.
It hurts like a slap to my face.
I ache now to embrace invisibility,
I wish I wasn’t this version of me.
I hate vulnerability,
I can’t stand being open anymore,
They ruined it.
I guess I’m not a good fit,
For anything.
I’m an
Embarrassment.
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