There's something inside me that
pulls beneath the surface
Comsuming, 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...

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
Distructing, reacting
Against my will I stand
beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...

To find myself again.

And I thought that I could never stand up by myself anymore.

Unfortunately, certain circumstances led me to being bitter. Promises are meant to be kept. Like hope, don't ever take promises back, because it may be all that person has.