Crawling in my skin,

These wounds - they will not heal

Fear is how I fall,

Confusing what is real



There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface:

Consuming, confusing...

This lack of self control I fear is never ending:

Controlling, I can’t seem.

To find myself again,

My walls are closing in

[Without a sense of confidence, I’m convinced,

there's just too much pressure to take]

I’ve felt this way before -

So insecure!..



Crawling in my skin,

These wounds - they will not heal

Fear is how I fall,

Confusing what is real



Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me:

Distracting, reacting...

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection,

It’s haunting how I can’t seem

To find myself again,

My walls are closing in.

[Without a sense of confidence, I’m convinced,

there's just too much pressure to take]

I’ve felt this way before -

So insecure...



Crawling in my skin,

These wounds - they will not heal

Fear is how I fall,

Confusing what is real...