The Chills

I let the chills take over The feeling of being unwanted A storm raining on my parade For my feelings came crashing down Raining confessions Of how I was truly feeling about my imperfections And how I wished I could do something right For once If I could make one person happy I would believe I did something right But when it comes down to it Lying in bed a night I think to myself “Am I a product they could be proud of?” And once I hear my conscience whisper, “No.” I think to myself “Am I someone I could be proud of?” And my conscience whispers even softer. “No.”