Some nights are lonelier than others.
It isn't until the dark shade of evening
that all of the day's failures
are given
life.

Flaws...
Shortcomings...
Not good enough...
Broken...
Bent...
Unworthy...

Anxiety suppressed into denial is given girth...
          and I choke under its weight.
The room gets smaller
as the silence gets louder...

And I know...

That I am not good enough. 
That all that I am will never meet all that they want me to be.

A disappointment unmeasured...

And a defeat
never to be forgotten,
as it lives anew

each
day.