To whom it concern

I never pride myself to be anything good. Because, whatever I did seem to nothing that measured up to that standard.
I envy others, because of their talent, which I can't find in myself.
LEaving a pool of insecurities.
Wonder when someone will bring me out of it.
I didn't play hard to get, but trying to do what was right,
Leaving a trail of hurt.
But sometimes, wonder what is my sense of worth.

i need a glass of red wine. badly....