I’ve counted every mistake I’ve made, a thousand times or more. I’ve traced my steps, I’ve regretted my moves, and now I’m left with nothing but memories of bridges I should never have crossed. I’ve held myself back, I’ve hindered my relationships, and I’ve spent the best part of my years reminding myself of why I will never be as great as anyone else. But the truth behind it all, the facts behind the walls; well, they are plain and simple you see- I am only human. Those who join me on the train. Those who stand in line for coffee. Those who race to get out of the rain- They are nothing more than human. I am nothing more than human. But for the most part of my days; I forget this. Daily, this is my internal struggle. Internally, I am waging a war- against my ability to love and accept myself. Daily, I build myself, pick myself and rise myself up. I curl, twist and twirl beneath the bedsheets. I refresh my mind and once again; I am ready. In my mind, I am prepared to conquer the world. And then I wake up and realise… I still have so very far to go.