Poxy to Nothing AKA Tiny

This thing that repeats in my head like a buzz, are the constant whispers of my value to society. Most of the time I feel so tiny and miniscule, that I wonder and question everthing about me. Maybe its the opposite; I might be narcissistic, selfish and self absorbed that I cannot be concerned with anyone else but me.

But Its a fact that I have a hard time giving credit to myself or appreciate the things that I can do well. I constantly find that I am self destructive and immolate myself when I am at the cusp of success. I start things, but I can never get it done. I see no self worth and I cannot find any intrinsic value in my “SELF”.

Failure is always just a step away. Maybe one day I will start writing about more interesting things than wallow in self pity