I secretly feel that I lack all direction
And wander in wilderness, far from all sense.
I doubt I deserve all the love and affection
That I have received. But a doubt this intense
Must burn itself out with a blaze past belief.
I eagerly hope for the moment it passes,
For now it is but an occasion for grief,
For causes substantial and painful impasses
And rubbing the wrong way across all my friends
It's they who have pulled me through difficult places
And worried themselves over my foolish ends.
I long to be better and earn their embraces,
Yet doubt still assails me: I must somehow find
A way to improve self-esteem in my mind.
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