Closed Doors

God, I don't think im ready my confidence is drowning like a Louisiana levee I don't feel prepared and all that comes won't be shared I don't posses what I feel is mine I feel like i've forgotten how to rhyme I'm hungry like im poor and I keep meeting up with closed doors But when I go where I go, sometimes I get lost I get led on and I get forgot So I approach life anxiously because I know more pain waits for me