MY RUNWAY

I don't know if I'm too hard on myself or what.
I just feel like an invalid at times.
I just don't feel happy about myself.

Envy is like a poison dagger.
It stabs.
Although the wound will heal, there will still be a scar.
That serves as a reminder.

I'm just not satisfied with myself.
Who am I to judge myself when my Father doesn't judge me and is very pleased and satisfied with my sorry self?
I need to get it together.