I stare at my phone and whisper, "maybe I am just a fool for thinking I am good enough..."

I don't know how to feel because I don't trust my heart

Calming is the presence of another, but insecure I stand alone

Okay, I get it. I'm done.

I tell people I always wanted to go to a masquerade yet the prom tonight has that theme. Maybe I'm just scared...

Falsely accusing my heart for the terrors lying in the cobwebs of my soul.

The madness... It never ends.

I know it's gonna be an interesting day because I immediately started listening to In This Moment... Scary and beautiful wrapped in one.

Ha! I finished it! Finally over the writer's block :)

How the hell do I write a poem about her? Massive writers block.