Inside A Cowards Brain

Anxious, paranoid, facing problems was my only loose screw, admitting my wrongs was a bite I ccan't chew. There's no bigger self pain than the selfish doubt and blame as I cower and hold my scared face in shame. For my wrong it was far easier to prong the blame on a weaker name.    
   
Sometimes you wondered if maybe I was conquered, but then I increase life'slife's volume and flush the doubts with a dark song. Honesty was not for me, but slowly my friends lost faith in me. It shakes me so I stand up and march, stearing forward with my mind arched even if the following road lay dark.    
   
I step back and take blame for what I lacked, correcting old lies and realising what'ss right. I took hard hits but still I stood, correcting past wrongs that I never could. Teaching myself, that's my main task and learning from the past, hoping that my memory lasts. I shoot up, the feeling of greatness surges through my self hate.    
   
Mental success and well being can be acheived, but not with cowardly pleads. Its good will that plants life'slife's seed...your correct choices keeping it watered when in need