Scared and unworthy
This poem was written for all the people who understand and have been through this particular phase in life, or know someone who has. My head is yelling at me About all the stupid things I've done. It tells me I'm unworthy For anyone I love. I feel the pain it brings me, My lack of self-esteem, the And the fear it drives into my heart. The idea that anyone could love me After all the nasty things. I build my walls up high Trying to keep myself safe, fear is the tool that drives me there; While secrets are what makes my walls unsafe. The fear of showing people myself. The fear of opening up. Its the fear that drives me under cover Away from difficult situations. My fear pushes people I care about away With out me realizing until its to late. It brakes me up from inside out And yet, still I build my walls high Making the same mistakes I should know by now not to mak...
