Who is He?
Self-doubt creeps in and that swiftly turns to depression.
He felt a surge of anxiety which left him no direction.
He is hopeless and tired of being lost and numb all the time.
He tells people and hopes they catch his clues but nobody knows the real him.
The true, naked bare skin.
I bet you’re wondering who he is.
You’ll figure out soon enough.
He bore his affliction with great dignity; he always stood up for himself.
He never imagined of the impossibilities; he put those on the highest bookshelf.
See when it comes to being treated unfairly, he gets frustrated.
Not because he thinks it’s unfair or hurtful but because he doesn’t understand why people can be so oblivious and stupidly infatuated.
He feels as if he was made to understand but not to be understood.
Sometimes he talks to people but feels as if his words get blocked by a piece of wood.
Others are blinded, egotistical and vain;
Whilst he is humble, reserved, and sane.
He observes everything in a way you wouldn’t even dream of,
In a way that people are deeply afraid of.
Remind you, he is very well spoken of.
He is self-doubt.
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