Pity Party
In the dark corners of my
I host a pity party
A gathering of all my fears and doubts,
where sadness is the only guest of honor.

I wallow in self pity,
drowning in my own tears,
as I replay my mistakes
and scrutinize my flaws

I invite all my insecurities
to join me at the table,
and we feast in self doubt
until we are sick to our stomachs.

But as night wears on,
I realize the futility
of this never ending party
for self pity offers no solace,
no comfort, no peace.

So I bid farewell to my guests,
and chose to leave the darkness behind,
embracing the light of a new day,
where self compassion leads the day.

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