As I sit here waiting
Inside my head debating
My self worth
Or lack there of

Questioning and hating
The reasons I am patient
Turmoil and self doubt
I am good enough
or am I

These thoughts I have
Racing, chasing through
Wanting, needing
Seeking the truth
Is it love that I feel
or just a self delusion

Dreaming and creating
Words of truth and of lies
losing sight of what is real
what I've felt or what I feel

Restless sleep and lucid dreams
screaming things I'll never say
self imposed silence
it's better this way