So, as I look back, it all points to one thing
It digs deep into the core of my being
The threads all connect to one source
I try to speak, but my voice cracks and becomes hoarse

Apparently, I hate the word reality
Now I know, I actually hate it's meaning
I've taken this outlook as my new normality
This can't be healthy, my conscious constantly intervening

For a fact, I worry too much, more than necessary
I've gone back and forth, winning and losing with this adversary
It's all a lie, the mask others see, it's one big controversy
I'm tired of hiding, tired of the remarks from society

I never want to settle in life, never want to conform
It seems it's not just my own world I want to transform
I want to be involved in others lives, I want to inform
I want to show others, that I'm not some other simple life-form

To make a name for myself, I cannot let the demon defeat me
I must be able to make it be known, everything that I want to be
Yet all these worries are holding me back, it's so silly
Ridiculous to a point I worry myself sick; I cannot lose to this adversary

Someday, mustn't this torture come to a stop?
Someday, won't I climb to the very top?
Someday, won't I prove them all wrong, show them the truth?
Someday-I know I'm not that smart-but won't I give them the sleuth?