Insecurity is my necessity, it makes me who I am. Slowly it has made me who I am. Slowly it is making me what I have to become. A lost world of nerves and jitters that complicate my soul and cloud my mind Everything goes by me without a care in the world, but I do care, deeply in my essence. My heart is is wide and strong, I know I care too much. Sometimes it seems I have lost my focus, the driving force that once made me a stronger person. My desire to win as been replaced by the need to get by. It just seems that is all there is.
(unfinished)
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