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


I hate you.


I hate me.

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