
What am I doing?
Who am I trying to impress
It’s like I have this incessant need to be perfect for everyone but I never hit the bar
A black hole I can't escape with a void that can never be healed by anyone but myself
Inside I'm screaming out for help because the brave face I pull isn't me being FINE
(my definition of FINE is me saying oh shhh I'm FINE don't worry about me when really inside my head I'm Freaked Out Neurotic and Emotional.
The wall can't break and I have nothing to show and tell
This false confidence and girl who shrugs it off and is all a sell sell sell
When really inside my head I'm thinking
Please help, I can't cope get me out of here
Someone see the me behind me
But no one hears
Because I'm too scared, no I'm shy...no I'm not
I'm hiding
Hiding from me
You
And them
I can't proclaim, shout or share
And I'll say I'm my own nightmare
The four walls I can't escape are my own making
The doubt, Sheila I call her, whispers dearly in my ear those words that make me think
I’m not good enough,
I can't do this,
There's no chance,
It's not going to happen
I’m done.
Sometimes I can wake up and Sheila well she's gone out for the day
I can take hold
I can do this
There are so many chances for me to explore
Everything is happening and for once
I’m free!
These moments are fleeting although they are cherished
I know these moments can be acquired but sometimes I don't have the heart to look hard enough to find them
But when I'm in them I know I can and that is beautiful.


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