Confusin', what is real?

Crawlin' in my skin,
These wounds, they will not heal.
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing, what is real?

There’s somethin' inside me that pulls beneath the surface,
Consumin', confusin'.
This lack of self-control I fear is never endin',
Controllin', I can’t seem.

Without a sense of confidence I’m convinced,
There’s just too much pressure to take.
To find myself again, my walls are closin' in,
I’ve felt this way before, so insecure.

Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me,
Distractin', reactin'.
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection,

It’s hauntin' how I can’t seem.