If I sing into the forest

The bark will answer back 

Shouting at the top of it’s lungs

My insecurities as though they’re facts

If I whisper to a blade of grass

It will whisper back

Every one of my worries at once

And all in such great mass

If I punch my way through thorns 

The will punch through me 

Puncturing my skin with spikes

And causing me to bleed

If I stare into the mirror 

My reflection wont look back 

Just a blurry face I’ll see

And hands with skin so cracked