Fomo

Self doubt always clouds my judgement Keeps me from holding true For every two steps Another fifteen backward Another average afternoon It may appear just like an overreaction And to be honest it probably is My indecisive, melancholic thought process Has tendencies to overwhelm my mind With feelings of not being good enough And it weighs heavier each time It may appear just like an overreaction And to be honest it probably is Please help me For I know I can't do this alone Please help It's tearing me at the seams I can't explain What it feels like I know I'm not the only one It's just so hard To speak my mind If no one's listening Then what's the point It's the hard truths To come to terms with When every word you say Seems to be judged If that's not the case Then why do I do this to myself Why do I do this to myself Why do I do this to myself Why do I do this to myself