"Am I good enough?"
Then why do things never work out for me?
"Am I Insecure?"
Hiding inside a shell still to bloom.
"Am I strong enough?"
Streams fall down my face,so effortless.
"Do they make me happy?"
Isolating myself for as long as I could remember,
Makes me satisfied.
"Why are the blinds still shut?"
To block out the world of people with self-confidence.
I once felt a tingling sensation inside me,
That livened my blood-red heart,
That so suddenly turned to black frost,
A mal-formed work of art.
I used to shiver of the coldness,
Now I shiver at the brightness of the day,
Huddled in my cave of satisfaction,
Till death takes me far away.
They don't know the trouble I've had,
An internal wound on the brink of death,
Tears stream one last time,
As I forcefully take my last breath.