It Sucks To Be Me
Author: Shiloh


I don't have any answers,
and it hurts.
I can't solve problems,
and it bothers me.
I can't fix things to make them right,
and it makes me miserable.
Because I feel that I should be able to do it -
I should be able to take care of things,
I should be able to come up with the right answers,
I should be able to do so much more than nothing...
But it isn't possible,
and it bothers me quite a bit that I can't change that.
Honestly, it rips the hell out of me,
and I end up hating myself because of it.
I can't do what I should be able to do,
what I feel that I should do,
what I think that I'm supposed to do...
even though probably I am the only one
who thinks that it's all my responsibility...
Still, for whatever it's worth,
I have this attitude, and my feelings are that
I should be able to do these things.
And because I can't,
I don't like myself very much.
And I can't fix that, either.


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