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 that there’s just too much pressure to take. I've felt this way before, so insecure.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me, distracting, reacting. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection, it's haunting.