In a world where I can choose anything
Why would I choose me?
Why would I choose someone I will never be good enough for?
Strong enough for?
Smart enough for?
Put-together enough for?
I can never appease her swings.
Her expectations.
Her pessimism.
She consumes me.
She derails me.
She is nothing but cruel.
It is like she's a second person.
Outside of myself.
She is always with me. And I cannot get rid of her.
Because at the end of the day,
she is me.
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