Sometimes it feels like
all the things that I write doesn't close the hole inside
my heart soul and mind
my pen gives me strength
for a few seconds and then I go back to being full of hate and rage
make myself cringe
with the thought of all the problems in myself that I've tried solving
all my life has been struggle
event though the world's revolving
moving on just isn't easy
when my worst enemy is me
try to leave behind my insecurities so I could be free
from those eyes that keep on judging
lunging at me though I'm running
in these circles chasing nothing
all this time I have been bluffing
to myself and no one else
living my life under this shell-
hating it all cuz nothing helps.
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