I’m afriad, very very much afraid. You’ve got no idea how many times I exactly repeated these lines.
I can’t describe that feeling of fear, I don’t know how.
I’m confused. I’m always confused.
Sometimes, or most of the times I think I’m the one who confuse myself.
I’m so confuse now I don’t know whether I confuse myself or the situation confuse myself.
And when I’m confuse, I tend to get emo.
Nothing happened, really. Its just those words that make me confuse.
I tried and I failed. I try again and I fail again. Its repeating itself again and again and again till it send shivers down my spine. Its gonna be a phobia real soon.
I’m so scared now, I reject myself before anyone rejects me.
No one defeats me, I defeat myself. I tell myself I’ll lose even before I step out to battle.
I really am afriad of the rejection. I rather reject myself before they reject me.
I tell myself I’ll lose but yet I always step into the battlefield because I wanna win so much. So so much. And what happens next?
I lose again, with scars all over me.
The battle is always there and now I’m so afraid to go fight for it.
No no, I don’t wanna lose with all the scars covering me. I rather surrender.
But if I surrender, how am I going to win? I want to win so badly, so so badly.
You guys always like to confuse me with all those words.
To battle or not to battle is the question now.