somewhere,
there is a bone deep convictuion
that i am not good enough.
genesis,
beginning.
matters but doesn't matter,
because it surrounds me every day.
the images.
the songs.
the glances.
small adjustments to clothing,
always with a defensive air.
the defense -
i deserve to exist.
there are always two voices in my head.
one insisting i should hide,
i should die,
i shouldn't force my own company.
the other insisting,
ridiculous.
i'm so tired of the argument.
when will the fighting stop?
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