i cant hear properly
when hate has the horrid screams of sirens
and i am just the unknown author of this myth
i am believed to be true
explaining the unexplained, unmentioned
but if all the so called confidence i radiate is phony and false

what really am i?

the only thing i'm sure of is that i am my most hated part of literature
maybe it's because i never took the time to appreciate and delve deep
get lost inside what was supposedly true
and conflicts with the life of christ

maybe i never took the time to appreciate
the miles of how far i've gotten
get lost inside my ignorance
and find the treasure i wasn't focusing on in the darkness
because i was so focused on the chanting sirens

but when i returned to my loved ones
rejuvenated at the least
i couldn't hear their congratulations
the typical phrases of showing how proud you are

because i was deaf
and i realized i didn't hear
anything but my own voice
but everything is amplified
when you're by yourself

i think i found you, comfort
after you escaped my being some time ago
you ran away from the big bad demons
thinking they'd conquer
and swallow you whole

and even though your absence was the catalyst
of my dying nights through the years
i'm happy you're home

i just hope you realize
these demons still linger
they hide, they'll appear
vulnerability is inevitable
but i still hope you'll stay
and charge through the weakest days

i just hope you realize
your stay may not be
the best choice for you
but that doesn't mean
it will be regretful and wrong
because afterall
you noticed your mistakes
and improvement is your final call

insecurities
there are way too many of
them to form a hai