Busy as always,

But with every task,

Comes the burden,

Of completion.

When I accomplish something,

I don’t feel proud,

I feel relived,

and I’m sick of it.

With every task,

Comes a voice,

Cutting me up,

Making it impossible.

“What if it’s not good enough?”

_What if _**_I’m_**_ not good enough. _

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“What if no one likes it?”

_What if no one likes _**_me_**_? _

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A constant battle,

One I can’t win,

But I do it anyway,

Because if it doesn’t work out,

I won’t be me._ _