I Can'T
How much disgust I have for myself,
Thinking that I can rise in this world of talented people,
Or sometimes feeling like them, gifted, great, saved… full!
How foolish… I am, stupid, repetitive, insufficient,
Doing nothing, to go nowhere.
Why, why, why, why…………..
So tired, restless, no worth,
Ah, I, sleep, in tears, weep.
Getting good, understanding myself, falling again: I can't.
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