So confused between the allusions I have in my head compared to the dread of reality. Facing my fears is something I have yet to do.

Too many thoughts consume my head; the jar is going to explode. How can I understand anything if I don't even understand myself?

Emotions like a tidal wave, more like a hurricane. An explosion of anger caresses within me, I don't know what to do. All I want to do is spill out all my secrets but I'm in fear that you will judge me.

Your disgusted reaction would haunt me forever. Like a tattoo that I can’t erase. Permanent ink of all my mistakes.

Distressed, depressed, who are you to tell me how I feel? I know that my heart is melting and I am becoming as cold as ice.

You do not determine how I feel. All people do is judge me. They put you into those little categories that we somehow made up and it all makes sense to then.

"You will never be good enough." That’s what my demons inside me whisper and I fear that I am starting to believe them.

Pain never goes away, it comes back unexpectedly. One minute I’ll be fine then too much weight is piled on me and I collapse under the stress.