am I a good person?

It’s a question that I ask myself every hour.

I’m constantly in disbelief when people reassure me that I am.

My own insecurities make me doubt what people say,

and they whisper that all of them will disappear if my foot slips.

I know who the real me is, and I’m tired of him.

I know how much I’ve screwed over myself and the people around me,

and how I’ve always blamed anyone else but myself.

My narcissistic behavior has always put my own desires before others.

I’m sorry if I’ve fooled you, or if you’ve seen who I really am.

I need to get rid of him.