Confessions - Reversible

I am Weak No more will I be Able to walk straight With my head held high, I am Living a lie I cannot continue on by Rehearsing perfection to mask flaws Under your shelter I reside to stop The destruction of my esteem I will not feed The fire within As my insecurities grow, so too does My apathy I have disavowed My dreams of success I can clearly see My failure I will overcome Nothing I will cease to be And... This I am