(Moving on)

Oh, here we go again,
The voices in my head,
Masquerading as a friend, behind a veil of vain,
My mood shifts to absolute dread.

The idea of a fresh start,
Breaking free from the facade,
The rise of my overthinking part,
Oh, how everything starts to break apart.

(A fresh start)

The sun is bright, warm and the time moves slow,
Insecurities buried deep in coffins made of yew,
In hopes I’d make it to the afterglow,
I made it to you.

(Holding it together)

The black sheep of the lot,
The story is now written, what’s the point of it all,
Water boiling in the ***,
All of my buried fears, scalding as they fall.

(Breaking point)

As I shift from the anti-hero to the villain,
I watch as my castles crumble down from a mile,
Nothing left to gain,
Tears streak down my plastic smile.

(The confrontation)

My fears hollow me out,
Every fibre of my being, rejecting the new day ,
The silence as I shout,
Have I gone astray?

(The Afterglow)

I’m the problem it’s me,
Figuring myself out and fixing the self-inflicted scars,
Am I free?
What is in my stars?