I despise the fact that I am useless and can't help people in need.That I'm ungrateful for the things I have,for the blessings I take for granted.I'm insecure about the fact that I rely on materialistic things for my happiness sometimes,and that I fail to look at the bigger picture.
The fact that I'm not compassionate enough,not giving enough.
That there are helpless people dying in war torn countries while I complain about how hard my day has been.And the fact that I cannot help them.
I hate how superficial I am.

The anxiety some people produce in me

My looks.

Not being good enough at my workplace.

Scars