I Am Colored Peacock Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I always second guess myself.
Like salt and pepper in the same shaker
Am I too duplicitous in nature?
How much of myself is me?
I look back at that reflection
And don't see a thing.
What trance is this that I am consumed by?
Falling into unjustified repetition
Of of the same mistakes I've been warned against.
I mean wow, I am really sad;
Fantasizing about romancing
A girl I could never have.
It happens more and more
And I keep hoping to learn something.
But lessons just bring questions
And I'm fed up with guessing.