I finally let my guard down, and everything falls apart.
I think I’m where I’m meant to be, but then doubt rips through my heart.
Balancing the weight feels like a bomb or a grenade.
One tiny misstep and I ruin everything I’ve made.
Sometimes I feel lucky to do what’s in my heart.
But other days I wonder if this is just the start.
Will I always feel so insecure, like I am two feet small?
Does it get easy as time goes by, am I made for this at all?
I felt so sure right from the start, but doubt’s been creeping in.
And I’ve never been one for giving up,
I don’t want them to win.
They win if I quit without giving my all,
but that means finally tearing down the walls.
What if, without them, I can’t handle the fight?
What if it makes me not sleep at night?
If I’m not meant to be here, if I don’t make the cut,
I’m not sure I’ll find a place that ever makes me feel like I’m enough.