To Leave A Rotting Rut

I alone allowed... My failures to speak for me out loud. And would ask and get advice, Whenever I felt enticed by gloom! I gave them room to display defeat. With a hollowness inside that creeped. As I peeked at success that shied away, And stared... From a distance it often teased and glared. Then I began tripping and slipping on my own faults. Opening wounds... To pour my own salt! Then it became too clear, I was the one I feared. I was the one creating my own glum! Stumbling in suffering habits, And quick to accuse everyone of being 'dumb'! I kept myself entwined... Addicted to my own whines! Until I kicked myself in the butt, To leave a rotting rut... And limitation behind! 'I am fine! ' I say! Today I say...'I'm okay! I'm fine! '