Most of times I feel like Im never enough
I never give time for the encouragement to build what’s within
Numerous of moments I doubt myself so much
Till the truth never reach this wounded skin
You ask me questions that I often deflect
What you seen within me yet I cannot see
I stare in a mirror that only torture reflects
A biased glass seeing half full only sees a glass half empty
When will I see
I blind myself from all what’s in stored
I hide the pain of what I feel in this head
I shield this heart from the past and not giving a chance for what’s more
I look behind me in a review mirror and not seeing frontage instead
When will I see
You see my aspirations, my dreams, and all within that I held captive
I try my best to keep them hidden
You give me motivation and move my dreams into action
In bondage of myself I’m no longer suffering
