now it sucks

now it sucks
because i’m
self-doubting,
trying to find
some happy
vibes, but i’m
struggling to
pick them up.

now it sucks
because i’m
seeing some
people i love
run away, all
seems like the
blame is on me.

now it sucks
because i’m
questioning
if you even
want me to
keep writing.

now it sucks
because i’m
wondering if
you all even
want to read
these, or if i
happen to be
wasting time
talking to my
wall with this.

now it sucks
because i’m
not sure if i
deserve the
attention for
the poems, if
my stories are
generic or if
my writing is
good enough.

now it sucks
because i’m
looking in my
mirror and i’m
struggling to
love the one
who’s looking
back at me.

now it sucks
because the
king doesn’t
think so high
of the crown
these days.

now it sucks
because i’m
feeling like i
haven’t been
doing enough.

now it sucks
because i’m
not gonna be
anyone’s first
choice friend,
and i’ll lose all
the ones i love
because i’m so
replaceable, i’ll
just get passed
on by someone
who can do all
the things i can,
but even better.

now it sucks
because i’m
not worth it.