these voices in my head
won't leave until I dread
nagging about my flaws,
imperfections and fiascoes
telling me I ain't worthy
to be part of this family
and that should I flee
poisoning me;
now I hate
to be
me.
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34 | little devils
these voices in my head
won't leave until I dread
nagging about my flaws,
imperfections and fiascoes
telling me I ain't worthy
to be part of this family
and that should I flee
poisoning me;
now I hate
to be
me.