I have fears that hold me dear
They tell me lies when they’re near
Like
Maybe I’m not who I think I am
Maybe I am what my parents say
I get afraid I will not be enough
I get afraid I am not
A diamond
In the rough
Maybe I suck
Because I can’t fuck
Do I come off rude?
Do I look like a prude?
Too many negatives
The positives are not relative
And I am tired of thinking
Maybe I should be drinking…
Just like my father