In the early stages of my Life’s construction,
I would unwittingly press the button,
I did this when I could never find,
To bring me any peace of mind.
Since this confidence remains elusive,
And its lacking still an obstruction,
I can’t but help remain reclusive,
Until I bring about my Life’s reconstruction.
I could never have foretold,
That by merely feeling unworthy,
Such damage would unfold,
Such damage that’s proving- unworldly.