You See MeMature

The guilt I feel for ending things on a bad note is unbearable. 

The guilt I feel for potentially hurting someone is unbearable.

The guilt I feel for feeling responsible for a catastrophic even in my little world is unbearable. 

The guilt I feel for not doing what I think is my best is unbearable.

The guilt I feel for showing my imperfections is unbearable.

But really, lets be honest here.

How much can I take?

They say I'm strong.

They say I'm doing just fine.

But I know myself.

I'm not doing good or fine. 

I fail continually.

My burdens are heavier everyday.

Burdened down by the weight of my own little atmosphere.

Please........forgive me for my doubt, my weaknesses.

Care for me knowing my thoughts.

See through me when I try to build up the wall yet again. 

Love me knowing my imperfections.

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