I kind of want to delete everything
Because maybe then I could forget who I am
But with my luck it'd make me forget who you are too.

I need to believe that I'm good enough
But rereads make me think the opposite
And words in bed are too dangerous to believe.

You see something in me
And apparently I'm blind to it.
I've been trying-your words don't scare me as much these days
But I think I might be showing it more.
I guess I trust you, is all.

You scared me, bad.
Or I scared myself.
All I know is I had to retreat.
It wasn't intentional
Without defense mechanisms, war would be much faster.

Maybe it's a cycle.
I'm not sure which is the starter, my writing or my self esteem
But they both seem to fall terribly every few weeks.

The limelight is unflattering to everyone
Because lime green is such a horrible color.
I think it's the worst on me.

I don't think you can realize how big of a deal it is for me.
I don't know what I'm so afraid of
But nothing you say seems to help.
I still freeze
I still petrify.
It still makes me want to run away.