My Worse Critic, Myself
many faces of me
usually dont feel so low
today i cant see
feelings so below
mirror my enemy
i know better
i see the worse in me
it kills the good i weather
whats the point
why even try
the negatives joint
its blurring site
like a ugly duckling
insecure feelings
immature sprinkling
this day is killing me
doesnt matter whats said
i see what i see
better off left in bed
my inner self misery
kill the image
that scars my inner being
awaken me
my God end me
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