hope lifted
To akward socially inept me
About to jump into another ackward social situation and I fucking hate it.
Who will judge me or who will not, which ones don’t like me.
The seed of doubt planted and inside it spreads its disease,
Plauge of self punishment, I could drown it out but that wouldn’t change it,
I need to face guilt and shame, criticize and hurt and pain,
My burden to carry. My curse to lift.
Know that every night can’t end perfect,
But when it does you know now that you have earned it.
Amongst a crowd I loose my breath and my beat,
I feel astrange and lost and weak,
Alone on an iceburg so far and distant,
Hoping for warmth but I fear I have missed it,
Such hope that someday in this crowd the fog will be lifted,
Until then I drift away lost and aflickted.
