It might be the drugs.
It could just be me.
My heart breaks as insanity tugs
At the person I used to be.
The pressure of being strong
Is weighing me down so heavy
Feeling unsure of where I belong
While attempting to hold up so many.
I’m forgetting myself in this mess
I’ve been putting my needs aside.
Who can I turn to if I confess?
The truth is I can’t; I’ve already lied.
So I sit with a paper and pen
Figuring out what is on my mind.
The biggest issue is insecure men
Even the untouchable ones that are kind.
My worst fears are becoming apparent
The old voices are playing their song.
Although I know what was said wasn’t meant,
The after effect stays with me for so long.
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