My insecurities are my enemies, these demons are scheming
against me and my will and my imperfections flaw, society wants it all;
from a feather-like weight to abnormally thin and tall.
Boobs plump, stomach slim, an ass that pops,
a lotta skin shown will fill in for the talk, walk with pride
or else they will eat you alive.
It’s those demons inside that can consume your life.
But you can’t forget that they don’t have to… Only if you let them.
Wishing you could have an ‘I don’t give a fuck attitude’ so the demons could get to steppin’..
But hey now man you’re your own worst enemy
and your own biggest secret weapon.
I guess you can say rhyming to myself is my own form of inspiration.