At times, self loathing consumes me.
I feel so inadequate,
So slow and dumb.
I liken myself to a blithering fool
Who keeps trying,
Failing each and every time.
I want to reprogram my innermost self,
To create a new me.
One I am happy to be,
One who is sure of herself.
Because she knows.
Knows what?
If I knew that, I wouldn’t have written
This poem.
S.C. Date unknown
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