the realization leaves you
with
a sorta bad aftertaste in your mouth
sorta like when you are taking some medicine tablets and
you’re trying really hard not to
get a taste of it on your tongue
but you do
you are the one who’s gotta live with yourself
for the rest of your life
and that bad aftertaste
stems from the fact that
you sorta, don’t like yourself, not really
not exactly a good impression, eh?
the inadequacies clamor
to be heard
now what?
rest of your life and you…..