Have you ever looked in the mirror and just wanted to pick up a knife and stab it into the heart of the image on the other side, over and over and over again?....

What do you do with life when you come to the realization that you are the only person at the table who brings nothing to it? Have you looked around and seen yourself as the only gray blot in the room, the one imperfection among talent and kindness, friendship and a willing ear, success and happiness?.... Looked and known that you didn't & couldn't ever measure up to those around you or to the hundreds of expectations placed on you by yourself?...

Ever wondered if you would be missed if you died? thought about the lack of people who would be truly touched by your passing?... People would cry, sigh, feel sadness for a moment but how many would actually miss you, actually be affected in any way by the loss of you in their life on a day-to-day basis, the number is much smaller than you may realize and more pathetic still for those of us that have yet to leave a mark or lead anything resembling a memorable life.

It makes you realize how truly small you are to have these thoughts, to look around and realize the people who's lives you brush against would honestly be either better off or unaffected by the lack of you in their lives.

Sad. Pathetic. Small. That's me.