Some spoken word ya heard

A bothersome burden
A state of dread
Unraveling sickly, the thoughts in my head
The truth so bare
Infront of my face
Delusional ignorance, it's always the case
Fear of unworthiness
Of taking up space
I am disposable, not worth the thought
Hardened within
But still so soft
Lost within self, thoughts on replay
Breaking through
Resilient again
Over and over, the cycle begins