Bad dreams come to me
In a tidal wave
Of insecurity
They make me believe
All the bullshit
Was reality
Even though I know
Beyond the dream
There was no truth
It still seeps into my subconscious
And makes me doubt what I knew
I question the little things
More than I already do
Don't these bad dreams know
How much I worry...
About me and you?
I don't need any more of this negativity
Screwing up my mind
I have that in the real world
Enough to last a lifetime
All they do is make me feel helpless
Forgotten and alone
It makes it even harder when I wake up
To convince myself
I can do this
on
my
own.
~ e.c.h.