Belly of Lies

My failures are a daily reminder
of how imperfect I am; sometimes, I’d rather
be someone else—unusually successful—
anyone else might work, other than the mess
I am. I often think to myself I’m not good enough;
a belly of lies got fed to me, the devil giggles.

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