Shadow vs Self

What makes me not enough? It seems I make others happy. Why is the exception myself? I champion my successes, I recognize my strengths, but inadequate I feel. When the walls whisper their song of the self, it’s not a ballad of awe. I hear a crooning wail recount my misgivings, left begging to forget. As rational as I can be, this childish ignorance grips me tightly. Despite being mindful, I seem incapable of ceasing these thoughts. Life’s many shackles bind me to the past, left to tend to skeletons. Longing for another chance, desperate to change fate, disappointed all the same.