I am the problem I have adjudged.

I provoke the turmoil and pain.

Tears.

Uneasiness.

Low self esteem.

No self-worth.

I recognize childhood when my Dad was the problem.

I was absolute in deliberating that I would never be the same.

Learned behaviour.

I am the problem.

I accept this today.

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