The world is a blur to me,
as I shake and shiver with worry.
It does not make sense to you,
It makes none to me too.
I pick my lips, bite my cheek,
due to my brain being a freak.
Just that I have no control,
for that, I look down on my soul.
I look at myself in disgust,
and ask is it myself I can trust?
I second guess all that I do,
afraid that I\'ll lose to you.
Why is it my brain can\'t see,
how ridiculous it can be.
Am I just a complete hot mess,
or is it that I am put to the test?