Every time I speak, I speak with fear.
Self doubt and loneliness are near.
I see it but too stubborn to fix what’s broken.
Toxic things are always spoken.
I wish I could control this behavior.
Unfortunately, I’ve cursed myself over and over.
A part of me want serenity.
The other part yerns for pitty.
So here I am battling against a powerful dilemma.
I wish I knew how to win this forever.
But the question is…
Which side do I really want to win.
Cursed is what I know and how it’s always been.