Crawling in my skinT

Crawling in my skinT.hese wounds they will not heal.Fear is how I fall.Confusing what is real.There’s something inside me.That pulls beneath the surface.Consuming, confusing.This lack of self control I fear.Is never ending, controlling.I can’t seem to find myself again.My walls are closing in.(Without a sense of confidence).(I’m convinced that there’s).(Just too much pressure to take.I’ve felt this way before so insecure.Crawling in my skin.These wounds they will not heal.Fear is how I fall.Confusing what is real.Discomfort, endlessly has pulled.Itself upon me distracting, reacting.Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.It’s haunting how I can’t seem
To find myself again.

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