I almost cried because someone read what I wrote
Someone understood me
And I felt this lump in my throat
Was I scared of feeling so exposed?
Or was I anxious because now anything goes?
They've gotten to see me naked
No hiding behind any smile
Would they love my words
Or think that they are vile?
Do they truly believe I am worthwhile?
Self doubt, my greatest enemy
Always a friend it pretends to be
Convincing me I'm wrong about what's right
It keeps me home on Saturday nights
It cements my walls that I build around my soul
Self doubt, I'm afraid it won't leave until I'm old
I almost cried because someone read what I wrote
Someone understood me
And I felt this lump in my throat
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
I almost cried because someone read what I wrote
Someone understood me
And I felt this lump in my throat
Was I scared of feeling so exposed?
Or was I anxious because now anything goes?
They've gotten to see me naked
No hiding behind any smile
Would they love my words
Or think that they are vile?
Do they truly believe I am worthwhile?
Self doubt, my greatest enemy
Always a friend it pretends to be
Convincing me I'm wrong about what's right
It keeps me home on Saturday nights
It cements my walls that I build around my soul
Self doubt, I'm afraid it won't leave until I'm old
I almost cried because someone read what I wrote
Someone understood me
And I felt this lump in my throat
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