I’m being buried by a layer of diffidence
My days have surpassed agony
I never knew the silence of the night could be superior
But all I know this is not what I want more of
Every mouthful stranger comes crashing with pessimistic locutions
Needless to say, I wonder if their just afraid
Or maybe I’m conjecturing everyone’s the same
My insecurities aren’t genetic or caught
They are self made and indestructible
But they just establish my misery of hatred towards myself
I try to ignore the consequences
But I can’t live this way, all day, everyday