I am a penitent man today.

I feed as though I can do no right.

Dread has _consumed_ my lungs,

leaving me with no breath.

This, a day where I must fill rooms

with bright smiles and community assurance

That I am _good_ enough.

I am _not_ good enough.

I do not know the depths of myself

as others do.

I do not protect those who

need _salvation_.

Yet I possess nothing,

and _destroy everything. _