Sometimes you need to have hope
Hope in the midst of the prison
You put yourself in
It’s all that’s keeping you afloat
In the sea of your own despair
Drowning, drowning, always drowning
Grasping for air
And for a hand, a branch,
Even a leaf that’ll hold you there,
Keep you from being pulled away
By the strength of these currents
But they are of your own making
These voices in your head
These raging rapids of failure of self doubt
The years of telling yourself you’re not good enough
Your size, your height, your colour, your race
Hell, even just the lines on your face
They say it’s just not good enough
When will it stop?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who really is the sanest of all
Is there even such a thing as sanity
Or is it just pride masquerading as vanity
Is it just me up here in my head
But then who am I when I’m writing in bed
Alone at night when the world is asleep
Pseudo intellectual and I try to dig deep
This is all I have, all of myself
Not good enough, maybe but then again
Just this once something takes root
And I tell myself I’ll try this one too
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