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
Copyright © Andrew Travis | Year Posted 2017
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