sometimes i keep myself awake
thinking
what the fuck was ever wrong with me?
i mean,
was
that it?
was/am i
that...i don't know
silly or stupid or irritating or obnoxious or or or
?
you know what?
none of it makes a fucking difference now
what others' skewed perceptions of me were.
i've had a little too much wine
and a little too much me-thoughts
to be writing shit
that the entire world has access to
anyway.