I always feel like
I'm of no use
That shadow is always there to confuse
It tells me
You're unworthy
You do the same thing repeatedly.
And I can't help but agree.
I'm tired of making things rhyme
"Be perfect" chases me all the time.
It's intoxicating to do things in pairs
To make things perfect in layers
I feel like the boundaries of my heart might collapse
And I feel the pain of being unworthy relapse.
