I wonder what exactly took me this long in it
but here it is now:
I identified my single most depressing feeling
as shame.
An overwhelming, burning sense of shame
that I’ve been rejected for another
used, bored of and thrown away
(flushed down the toilet as it sometimes feels)
that I have not been and am not
living up to
whatever I ought to
that I am incapable of any proper employment
that I seemingly have nothing to offer the world
that I cry on more days than I am not
that I am empty
lacking any substance or essence
but I better stop here
(Now I wonder if identifying would change anything.
I'd be surprised if it did, though.)
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