Split Sides

Doubt

I don't want to do this, I want to die.

You're an idiot, you can't die now.

I'm riddled with self-doubt, self-hatred.

They're all pieces of your imagination.

I'm skinny and terrifyingly thin.

You can gain them anytime you want.

I don't make sense, I have no point to make.

You haven't found it yet.

I'm like this because people hate me.

They don't even have the time to hate you.

I'm never satisfied, I constantly want more.

That's the hunger for your betterment calling.

Sometimes I sit still and do nothing, which means I'm lazy.

Its hows you're satisfied, and that you respect yourself.

I have difficulty concentrating, I'm always distracted.

At least you're honest about it.

I hate everything, this world and I included.

You want to change the world, you just don't know how.

I wish this was different. I wish I was different.

And you will be, in due time.

I want this to be over.

Done.