I am self-deprecating. always discouraging myself.
The words "not enough" etched into my skin.
A minute too late from saving myself.
Doubt routinely prys words from my mouth.
I am a thread in my own sweater.
Inhibiting my adrenaline constantly.
I dwindle due to my own forgetfulness to water my flowers.
I wither in the company of compliments.
I wish I wasn't. I wish I were the type to step into a room instead of slink into it and hover the edges making minimal conversation.
My thoughts are loud, but muted. A tv turned to static.