Hell is Self

I carry this stone

Upon the nape of my neck

I hunch lower and lower

I feel lower and lower

Fear is my keeper

Languish in dread

Fear inadequacy

Fear of not achieving enough

I find so much solace

In creativity and friendship

Yet it nags at me to criticise

And deconstruct all that I do

I do not want to endure

What I self inflict

I am not a fan of this

No not one fucking bit

We are greater than the sum of our fears

We are greater than our anxieties

Not governed by lack of confidence

We are someone, I am someone

I find so much solace

In creativity and friendship

Yet it nags at me to criticise

And deconstruct all that I do

I do not want to endure

What I self inflict

I am not a fan of this

No not one fucking bit

Every time

Every time I have to stay in

Every awkward day in my skin

Every single panic attack

Damned If I will let it win