it s the larave of my self doubt

gestating in my heart as i spiral down

and everything i touch is breaking and it falls to earth in splinters

and i shiver as every splinter finds it s way underneath my skin

and after 22 years i can still make my skin crawl

every shortcoming a pitfall

on my way to making amends within myself to be what i became

sometimes it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy

but i will stand upon my own two feet and raise my head up

i lick my wounds trying to cleanse the infection

rabid and diseased reality fades away

when i pushed myself too far

a dream of emotional perfection has left a wounded heart

trying to percieve the gifts inherent inside me

it s like squeezing the trigger

it s like opening fire on everyone whose let me down

on every beautiful lie that is only fiction for the first time

i m losing control and i like it

freedom feels like the noose is gone

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