Insecure

Blindly staggering

Trying to feel the way out
Trapped and alone
Wrapped in a blanket of self loathing
Circling and reliving
My torment and ghosts nagging
Do I hear laughter?
Such a sickening sound
I could be better; I could do much more
I only want to make myself proud
Maybe I could live with me then
The fighting would end
The pain would descend
The outer layer that I’ve long since
Needed to shed