I was always my own worst enemy.
Not good enough, not smart enough, just never as good...
As somebody else
Not really jealousy, but more of a gluttony.
Wanting to be better than, to be smarter than, to look better than...
Everybody else.
Nobody could hurt me as I could to myself.
I caused me to not be happy.
I wanted to be somebody else.
My thoughts killed me inside.
They confused me, and I was lost in a labyrinth of my thoughts.
I was always alone, with nobody else.
I considered myself only one thing; a failure.
My greatest sin is not,
Something I have done to somebody else.
But rather...
What I have done to myself.
I'm slowly becoming happy being me, and not somebody else.