In these past three years
I have bottled it all inside
Giving everyone the version they want to hear
The one they want to know me as
I currently sit on the precipice of the moment in my life
Where I decide who I want to be
And take full accountability
For my actions
I have never been more terrified
After I've been digging my grave for so long
I can't remember what it's like to build something
I can't remember what it's like to build something
Trust will be shattered
Like mirrors in hallways
I have stumbled upon and into
Realizing the face that looks back at me
Is no longer recognizable
And instead
Is a face I've grown to hate
And yet it spreads
Like a disease
I am not yet prepared for the task
I do not know how this story ends
Which is why I stall so feverishly
Once I begin my story
Like a waterfall I will give in
Caving in to the fears
Allowing myself to be open and vulnerable
That's where the terror comes in
Preparing for my downfall
That's the hardest part


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