Caught inside a web I wove myself,
A hand masks my pathetic attempts to break free;
That hand is my own.
Pull back the curtain,
Cast upon me the spotlight of shame,
Because then I can no longer hide,
I will no longer live in fear.
Inconfidence, insecurity, and intution
Are such deadly parts
In this facade I've built
from crumbled walls.
I'm in love with who I'm not.
I can't handle failure.
Acting like someone else means I haven't.
Hold my hand and help me move this stagnant river.