So I'm in hiding again.
Avoiding people all that I can.
I can't properly explain it,
partially paranoia,
partially annoya.
Same old friends, same old stories.
Same old truths, same old glories.
They don't seem so glorious anymore.
Or is it I that is a bore?

No more rhyme, i declare.

I'm so dependent it's making me sick.
I rely too heavily on my loved ones.
I feel undeserving of my peace.
Seemingly worthless,
I am incomplete.
My life's work I am lacking,
no fault but my own.
But I can't make a choice anymore,
i can't see the truth.
I don't know where to end the doubt,
i don't know how to trust.
I'm not scared,
of life or death.
I'm scared of nothing,
and that's what I am.