I'm afraid I can stand up for myself, but I'm afraid of heights
I'm beginning to doubt my convictions The misery addiction of a self loathing villain A prison sickness Fever dream It's almost like my time was wasted
The negativity sickens me, When I tell myself I'll never mean anything And it doesn't help that strangers feed off the hypocrisy And I'm guilty I care what others think of me Not egotistically Just in a sense that I feel comfortability, Knowing that I'm happy with my personality I care what others think of me
I'm only happy when I'm by myself But when I'm by myself, I'm miserable I am not okay and I know that you don't care (I am not okay, just look at me) I hate that I'm so weak, I'm so vulnerable and I care what you think (And I know ) That I mean nothing to no one
I'm not lonely It's just that sometimes the only thing that feels homely is being isolated It's complicated, but I'm not obligated to share everything, To the point of feeling violated
I'm afraid I can stand up for myself, but I'm afraid of heights