I'm tired of feelings of ill confidence; my emotional state seems to be in a twist. I'm currently lacking, because my confidence I seem not to be tracking. I can never be satisfied; a list of positive traits have not been complied. A steady obsession over a vivid reflection the dire thoughts circulate my mind like an infection. I may perceive to have all the confidence one should need, but this is part of the act. The certain standards to abide by to be apart of the pact. The assemblage of adolescent teens, they flow with acts and there just flipping through scenes, But yet I blame myself because the stanzas I look in-between, and not dare flow with the natural order of things. Which causes an end production of me feeling out of place, and channel my individuality to an unfamiliar chase, between my body and my mind, but maybe I should remove the fold of the blind and realize that I'm just one of a kind.
