“Stop talking.”

No, look, i’ve gotten better don’t you see?

“You need to change.”

What was so wrong with just being me?

“Anyone can do it better.”

I know.

“You reek of jealousy.”

Does it matter?

“Just to you.”

I’m sorry.

Hiding behind a brick wall,

Climbing higher as each second goes by.

Sometimes I wonder why I even try?

I’ll never make a difference.

My self-doubt is my own demise.

It’s everyone else’s fault,

never mine.

I have a wonderful life, i should have endless glee.

Sadly, i’m held back by the constant struggle

Of:

“I hate you.”

and

I hate me.