A Postcard From a Dark Place

by variousglimpses

Sometimes when I’m at my most pathetic

I wish I could see my self disgust reflected

In the eyes of people who care about me

So I could forgive them for it

And so become a good person

But my loved ones are always way ahead of me

They do all the forgiving for me

Leaving me with a bunch of extraneous forgiveness

That I certainly can’t use on myself

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