You’re like an ulcer in my mind
Eating away at the words I want to say
Tearing at the fabric until it withers and frays
Castigating every goal and plan
Degrading my every action
Battering my fragile hope
Screaming I’m not good enough
Expecting me to shrug it off and cope
Waiting for a decision
Or rather
A desire for approval in your eyes
Forcing me into the shadows
To cloak my true intentions with intricate lies
Why should I be a spy to my own happiness
Dodging your cold doubt and jagged threats
Already calling me a failure
When I haven’t proven you right yet
You’re like an ulcer that keeps on bleeding
Why don’t you just let me be
Or is telling you to fuck off
The only way I can set myself free?
