Today my mind is in a fog again.
For a moment I broke free into the blinding sun,
But now I am left choking on my own insecurities.
The weight of disappointment clings to my wrists,
Dragging me under with chains forged in self-hate.
My lungs burn from poisoned words I swallow back.
I am afraid of dissolving right before your eyes,
As you look on, head resting in clearer skies.