| Written: 4:26 PM March 8. 2004 Self-esteem, what comes to my head Feelings of self-loathing, fear, and dread People staring at me, strange little thoughts They are talking about me, but under locks Wondering the path, of the path of the road Being weighed down more, too heavy a load Numbers are lowering, the count has been lost Knowing the truth, the importance, the cost Time stands still, in this time of great pain Knowing no one matters, there is no gain Driving down the roads, of no man�s land No one there to stop me, not even to hold my hand Guiding myself through the darkness of night Freaking out, knowing nothing but the fright Doing what I must have always done best Trying to live life, who would have guessed |
| Self-Esteem at It's Lowest |
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