The Self-Fulfilling Prophecy

Do you know
That you’re a rose
Of course you don’t
As this tragic story goes

I make mistakes
I am out of control
For I am helpless
In my own hellhole

I hold onto my shield
I will never let go
You must break it
How could you know

It swallows me up
It is larger than life
My tool for self-harm
This is my knife

Lying there
In a pool of my own blood
“This is it” I thought
Here comes the flood

Sometimes I feel
That I can never just be
It’s not that I’m not good enough for you
I’m just not good enough for me