I'm not weed but I'm not a rose.

My usual self doubt ramblings..

Doubt in my soul. Pain in my heart.
I'm so clueless I don't know where to start. Im a hypocrite and couldn't see it.
I closed my eyes I wasn't blind but wouldn't find out what was on my mind.
My self esteem fuels a train. It runs me over but I feel no pain. I've gone numb in the brain. I don't know why others strain.
I'm a fool I'm not wise I'm too honest for lies. I'm a wuss unlike most guys.
They keep their heart locked away showing not a single emotion
but their smiles are fake showing lies of devotion. My heart doesn't lie but I say too much.
I speak my mind giving details and such. I really need to learn to think before I form a word. Thought I knew how but that's just absurd I'm not as great as I seem in the eyes that wish to close.
I'm not weed but I'm not a rose.