Standards

Anxiety is encircling my fingers,

Every move I feel a twitch. 

This pain is nothing new

And now my heart has a stitch. 

I didn't want to break your heart

But now my standards are all broken. 

I hate that you can't see how you hurt me

And how my mind was tricked and stolen. 

You can't live up to something fake, 

Something that's created by nothing. 

All of these standards aren't real, 

It's just your own thoughts that are soul-crushing. 

Yet, it still makes my fingers shake,

The fact that I'm never doing enough. 

I could care less what you think,

It's just me who's making this path tough. 

I can't tear down all my walls,

No matter how hard I try.

Though now I'm looking into the distance

And all I see is light.