How do you say it without looking weird?
How do I tell you of this side of me?
How do I tell you of the many times I have shot myself in the foot?
How do I explain that at every point when I am about to get that thing I so desperately desire, I convince my self that I don't deserve it?
How do I explain the urge to implode and self sabotage?
How do I tell you that I feel so unworthy?
Believe me, I want it all to stop, but how do I save my house from burning when my hands are made of wood?
©A widow's grandson.