I see my potential
Cursing myself for not living up to it
How great a man I could be
What a coward I truly am
I ask why was I made like this
But I suspect it has been my choice all along
I have a self loathing for my imperfection
It makes me pitiful
Seeking flawlessness that I cannot obtain
The sadness at this realization is overwhelming
It is depression whispering for me to give up
I give up too easily
I give up too often
Forsaking anything at the impression of resistance
Be better.
Be stronger.
Why are you so weak?
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