The Death of Confidence

Wrong.
what I think is right.
Sucks.
what I believe is okay.
No one
ever wants to listen
To what I have to say.

The mind wanders
out and away..
it has never been
okay.
Words
eating up my trust
day after day.

If there's a counselor
I'm ready to pay
for one to really
listen
to what i have to
say to
tell me things will
be just okay.

the sound of those truths I hear
together pieces letters spelled 'fear'
what i have heard couldn't have been more clear.

Badly I always write
according to the teacher
this is not right.
Can I do better?
Do I want to do better?
I might not.
I might.

I just want a break now if that's alright.