It’s like my life is being brought down by my enemies,
My insecurities.
My eyes start hurting because of the memories.
It’s fear to me.
They say love is good,
But no, it’s a tragedy.
My dreams are great,
But are they real?
Nope, just fantasies.
Now would you dare walk into my shoes?
My dreams are way up there.
If I plan to reach them,
I need more than a step stool.
I consider it a good decision that 
Everyone wants to choose.
Like I always say
Loved by many, hated by few.