From start to stall

I wonder if my whole life will be a series of
i'm not good enough and
i have no talents and
i lack passion and drive and
my voice doesn't matter

and all that will be left at
the end of the day is
doubt scribbled
across my gravestone.


I am not a trustworthy
of my own worth —
I am a disgruntled
audience member
booing and causing fits
whenever the script
falls short.