My own worst enemy.

Finally good enough
a life times worth of angst and self hates comes down to this
all the balls in the air and the bills paid on time
is this what mattered most?
Is this what I've been waiting for?

Happy once so foreign now finds itself tangible
But the minds eye is shooting sideways glances
and everything on a timeline
and everything good is inevitable to be to good to be true
so how long do we have together this time?

I curse my practicality,
That's what us pessimists like to call it
when we choose to be easy on ourselves.
To be ignorant
To be blissful,
but I wouldn't be caught dead foolish.

Never good enough
always pushing
never satisfied
always demanding.
I have all the makings of a worst enemy
and the target acquired always seems to be myself.

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[Miss Mary Jane]

I dig this.