I’m not good enough. I haven’t been . I may never be.

I’m not enough.

I have to be honest with myself.

What kind of man am I? Not the one I wanted myself to be. Far from it. Far from a provider. Far from a giver of peace. Closer to the things I hate than to becoming what I expect of myself.

Who could love who I am?

I’m angry. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Broken…

Bye :).