I Was Rereading Myself The Other Day

I WAS REREADING MYSELF THE OTHER DAY I was rereading myself the other day When I discovered That I am unreadable Or perhaps Too easily readable I was rereading myself the other day When I discovered I wasn’t worth rereading I was rereading myself the other day When I discovered that I perhaps Should never have written I was rereading myself the other day When I discovered I might have worked my whole life in vain I was rereading myself the other day And wondering how I could go on writing to the end of my life I was rereading myself the other day And stopped reading Because I could not stand to know How not good enough I am.