Me

Time has made it evident that all my failures have one constant. Me. It’s always been me. At every step I’ve been tearing myself down. How much longer can I live like this? It’s so clearly written I can see it on the moon’s face. The grin that’s looking down at me, laughing. Everywhere, I’m followed by myself, waiting for the perfect time to strike and lash out against all I’ve built. It’s no way to live.