Confused Still

Man this shit that I am going through nobody understands

the quiver in my lips the trembling of my hands

the shaking in my sleep the headaches while awake

the people who surround me cant tell if they are real or fake

the pounding in my chest feels like life itself is eating through my flesh

the darkness that I see the light that I fear 

I always feel as if I have a enemy somewhere close by and near 

the angry way I talk the insecure way I walk 

you can tell something is wrong hell its somebody fault 

could it be family or could it be friends

or could it be me, myself, and the person within