imperfection

Admitting that I’m not feeling alright, 

feels like writing with my left hand when I was born to use my right. 

Not only cause I have to confess it to myself, more because it feels like I’m taking up space,

which is up to other people 

They need it more, 

They worked harder, 

They are nicer, smarter, skinnier and better 

Better 

Better than me and because they are better they deserve this place more than I do