Lame Talents 

I am so good at blaming myself

It is my excuse for misery and failure

If the conversation is uncomfortable I know it is my fault because I didn't read enough that morning

When I'm not invited to the dinner party it must be because I said something dumb two weeks ago or I didn't say enough

Maybe if I had more to drink

I don't know but my head starts to think, it runs this list of things that I regret

My anxiety replays day by day, looking for the exact moment that I ruined it

Because it must be me

Nothing else adds up because you were perfect

Christi Steyn