Lost myself, finding myself.
The seed I thought I planted wasn't the crop that grew.
I'm more than the environments my roots found nutrition in. 
I'm much more than the rotten leaves that fell too soon. 
And I can be more than the toxic people I let use my fruits for food
The responsibility that these fingers hold to solve it all. 
Mixes with the fear I will neber make it past these pages.
That I stunted my growth and traded sunlight for shading. 
Glory for sin and devilish way.
I knkw I'm replacable, so I never took center stage. 
Nothing could ever change the way I feel.
I build for others to shine Like cupmatch scaffold days.

I'm scared of the pressure of trying to make it.
Wish I would get out of my way .
And take a chsnce to find out if I'm good at anything that could carry my name.
And finally get some damn sleep, so I can find out what dreams I'm supposed to be chasin.
Put these nightmsres on permanent vacation.
The least fave haven,t known a friend that stayed. 
In every space my welcome's oberstayed.
Im a scaffolder but still stood on unsteady foundations.