I hate this feeling, I hate myself
Over things I should not longer delve.
Again and again I make mistakes,
Seems like I don't make but break.
Sometimes I don't want to care.
But it's hard to not compare.
If this is myself genuinely,
Tell me what do you think of me?
In this solitude all alone,
What's beneath are broken bones.
Inferiority complex at it's peak,
Where's the light I wish to seek?
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