the question of self-worth
hurts even more when it is public:
am i worth singularity,
or polarity,
or understanding and companionship?
am i worth,
am i worth,
am i worth it.

this stage in my life,
this place in my mind,
makes me need the darkest bar possible
and more alcohol than i should consume
and someone else's soul to worship

so that i don't have to wonder
if mine is worthless