I regret them all. The missed opportunities, the courage I always lacked, overthinking even which leg I put my weight on.
Being embarrassed just to breathe.
Thinking if what I am wearing is perfect, how my makeup looks, and if life can, for once, be like a fairytale.

I often regret being the person I am.
I try to change but I never seem to adopt the courage and the confidence needed.
They are the children I have not had and it seems that I am barren.

I am not thrilled of who I am and the self-destructing monster I once was, but I fear of the future. The challenges I will face, but also how I will handle them.
I do not believe that I am strong enough and I do not believe that I have the proper set of tools to face my demons.
I am not mighty and I am not brave.

I am a coward.