Insecurities
Sometimes y’all play like it’s confined to your mom and dad
But everyone, from Hawaii to the country of Chad
You and me and we all have
Internal conflictions
That make us sad
Never good, always bad
Sucks but don’t get mad, get glad
Not talking about a trash bag
Talking about a life you wish you had
Question is how do we / make / things / better
Personally I would need courses
No, advanced courses I would need to take
To dissuade the dissuading voices
Imploring, entreating, and then essentially destroying my choices
And the so called “life” I had to create
“You can’t brainwash me!”
To them I can attempt to say
But the eloquent, chromatic fluids that flow forcibly out my veins
Wrists and arms, all the same
Leaving visible scars of pain
Are evidently evidence that the voices have obviously done more than win this game
And really it’s just me whom I hate, who I blame
Please someone, someone please
Escort me up the pathway of acceptance
And don’t tease
Me, cause I've been down the road of deception
One, two many times
Three you’re lucky I’m alive
Four I’ll just die
Five, no lets jump to nine
Nine-one-one
This is a call for help
Calling for help
Help, help, help me survive
Don’t walk on by
You’re walking on by
Stop, I know you’re not Superman
That doesn't mean you can’t try
Will you help? Help?
Or will you be, cowardly be, my Kryptonite?