My head is yelling at me
About all the stupid things I've done.
It tells me I'm unworthy For anyone I love.
I feel the pain it brings me,
My lack of self-esteem, the And the fear it drives into my heart.
The idea that anyone could love me
After all the nasty things.
I build my walls up high
Trying to keep myself safe,
fear is the tool that drives me there;
While secrets are what makes my walls unsafe.
The fear of showing people myself.
The fear of opening up.
Its the fear that drives me under cover
Away from difficult situations.
My fear pushes people I care about away
Without me realizing until it's to late.
It brakes me up from inside out
And yet, still I build my walls high
Making the same mistakes
I should know by now not to make.
written by Evelyn Creon
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