Confidence Induced Insomnia

When your gut is hollow
Your stomach empty
Lying awake
On a bed of shattered glass that once your solar powered confidence
By night time your confidence is drained
You take every precaution to not let your razor sharp critique, cut your skin like it cuts your mind
Your tired and want to sleep
but
Sleep won't come till you have piece of mind that you were..
Perfect.
Your peace will never find you, you'll never be perfect
There will always be something to critique
Always something gnawing at you
Something that shouldn't have been done
Something that should've been said..

Sleep, won't ever come.