People Aren'T Good Critics of Themselves
ME and MY insecurities...where shall I begin?
I s’pose I’m not good enough to be a person of significance
“People aren’t good critics of themselves”
Said a friend of mine…said a friend of mine…
I cry a river in the inside…I’m crumbling into ash, left on the lonely shelves
Of my mind…pretending everything’s fine…
Look into my sub-zero eyes…
Dig deep into my soul of abyss-indulged monsoons…no one heard my cries...
I watch as the butterflies in my stomach fly out of their cocoons...
Melt away my shame…I’m the lame individual, always making mistakes and throwing the blame
On other people…Crystal clear lament drops collide on the floor…reduced to lies…oh, how time flies
Now, you see crystal clear that the monster devoured me in a light-year moment…my human nature is hunting me down like game
I vow to tell no lies anymore...or cruel tragedy will throw me to the floor .
I lived this life to impress others, but I guess I’m a bore
I’m stomped on like a kitchen floor…used as a mat and dusty to the core
Constantly…stomped on by rejection more and more and more and more
I’m sorry…for being the way I am…
Look into my sub-zero eyes…dig deep into my soul of abyss-indulged monsoons…no one heard my cries
Melt away my shame…I’m the lame individual, always making mistakes and throwing the blame
On other people…Crystal clear lament drops collide on the floor…reduced to lies…oh, how time flies
Now, you see the monster inside of me…my human nature is hunting me down like game
Sick of everyone…keep talking me down
Even if you try to make it sound kind,
Don’t tell me the truth – it hurts…I drown
In my tears…in my tears…left behind
I’m sorry…for being a long lost lamb…
Look into my sub-zero eyes…dig deep into my soul of abyss-indulged monsoons…no one heard my cries
Melt away my shame…I’m the lame individual, always making mistakes and throwing the blame
On other people…Crystal clear lament drops collide on the floor…reduced to lies…oh, how time flies
Now, you see the monster inside of me…my human nature is hunting me down like game
Only to find that I’m depress’d
I tried my best…my hardest…
To stay positive…
But, I’m negative
I want to remain strong
But, all along, all along…
I was always meant to be on my own
To tell you the truth, I feel alone
I guess I’m not good enough to be a successful person
To end on a positive note, Sorry...I'll try to do better next time!
ME and MY positivity - where has it been?
People Aren’t Good Critiques of Themselves – Written by Daveed… xD
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014
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