Another one of my poems written when I was first trying to process the whole CPTSD diagnosis.
Why do I do this?
The torture to myself
Why the feeling to be perfect?
Why do I feel that less than perfection is my failure?
Why can’t I accept myself for who I am?
Why am I NEVER good enough for myself?
If I am not good enough, is anyone?
There are a lot of whys.
They come automatically.
Now I just have to learn what to do with them.
Learn how to love myself.
Learn how to love.