I've never once been fully good at something
I've always been almost.
almost good enough.
almost worth it.
This word has followed me
Like a ghost.
Haunting my every thought,
From waking up in the morning
To going to bed at night
And even in the state of dreaming
I Can't escape it.
I tried and tried
and tried again.
it's worthless,
and maybe so am I.

(I have been unmotivated so I'm counting on pinterest for inspiration these days)

© aerys