These gears In my head won't stop till I die,
Confusing reality with deep seeded lies,
Avoiding the truths that hurt me the most,
Accepting the ones that merely stunt my growth

What is worse to never grow up,
To never move on and never line up,
Or to handle the pain and trials that come,
Deciding to mature, and finally move on.

Unutilized strengths not sure I obtain,
Unconvinced, insecure, fearing I'll always remain,
Planted firmly in the cement, unable to grow,
Empty roots, rocky soil, self deprecated woe