Shattered glass

Like sharp shards on the floor,

I avoid disappointment.

I hate the feeling from head to toe...

Heart strings pull and tug,

Lashes sweep tears back into red eyes,

Nausea hits the gut forcefully.

It's not the end of the world,

but for the moment,

I think it's true.

Whispers circle my head, saying,

"God, you can't do anything right!"

"In trouble again???"

"You were never good enough."

Minor problems seem major

and every one of those small annoyances

becomes harder to shake.

How can I feel optimistic and excited about my future 

when I feel that I have become

what I fear the most:

A disappointed disappointment?