My past is my problem
Comparing those who damaged me the most
To all others who have tried to give me hope
It is I who is the culprit
To my own darkness.
By my hands, I suffer in agony
To always assume I will never be enough.
The seams of my being
Prove to be a challenge
It is I who is the executor
To my own dreams.
By my hands, I damn myself
To always assume I will be nothing but someone you knew.
There are things I wish I can say
To prove I am not always this way.
I must find peace
Or I will never be who I was meant to be..