I find myself unmotivated, moving slowly through life.
Drifting through space and taking up time.
I crumble up paper, unimpressed with my words.
I could slowly disappear and nobody would know.
What used to calm me down became a burden instead
People expect me to be perfect so I accept nothing less.
It's only others that began opening up my heart.
When it comes to myself, there is nobody I hate more.
I'm bound by insecurities, debating what I say.
Negativity surrounds me, I'm mentally bound that way.
In time I'll get better but my insecurities will stay.
I'm only a human and I'm bound to make mistakes.
©enigma
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