Why Is It Always Me

'Maybe it's just me'; my favorite well read line It relates too much to me, too much too often is it so wrong of me to say I loathe how it's always me, my own worst enemy loathe there's a muzzle firmly looked upon my face I refuse to even bother to unlock Pedestrians, people, they are so quick to voice 'It's just all in your head' well if I've felt it, bled it, screamed it, wrote it doesn't it make it real...well at least in my point of view All I want to say, wish I could, speak clearly for all to hear it never comes out right staying in the home it's made out of my voice getting lost and forgotten like it loves to do now it's a portrait of me, laying still waiting and watching never to speak, mission accomplished, confirmed this thing wins don't you see because like I've realized in recent terms I'm just waiting for someone, anyone to teach me something I'm too much of a coward to know how to do Embedded in my blood is an abnormality I cannot subdue outlining a weakness I never knew a realm of pleasantries does well to consume yet as the title states why is it always me getting in the way of everything I do