I admit it
I'm a victim to myself
My own worst enemy
I fear all your judgement
even if its in my head
Self doubt keeps pulling
and I am losing
I can't talk to all you
I'm afraid of what you'll say
Paranoia keeps me quiet
But I've got a lot to say
I make a mountain out of the mole hill in my mind
So here I stand before you
a humbled man
I know
nothing is as bad as I make it seem