Scrambled Thoughts

With a hundred million candles burning,
I lay servant to what you desire
Convicted in submission,
I foil myself in degrading tribulation
"Am I good enough, for you"?
"Am I beautiful enough, for you"?
"Would you ever love me, could you"?
"I can't pack emotions,
They'll just pack demolition"
"I'll blow a kiss,
And they'll blow me to pieces"
Provoking the fatalistic introspections,
My beauty clashes with my own self doubt
Hail elegance to the crossroad as I sway to become the weaker me