I'm fighting
I really am
I'm pushing and prying
Against the bars
That hold me back
But those bars
Are my own thoughts
My own self hurt and disappointment
Of things I should have done
What I should do
What I should have said
And what I haven't
I have a companion though
A light
That sits in the corner
And coaches me through
But I drown out that light
With my thoughts again
I can't do it
I'm not talented enough
I'm not pretty enough on the inside or outside
I'm never going to stop hurting
I'm never going to stop crying
These thoughts bar me in
And blur the key
I'm still fighting though
