My whole life I’ve felt on the verge of something great but not quite there

Not quite close enough to touch it

Is it me holding me back or all these things inside of me that eat me alive?

Fear and self-doubt dancing in my aching mind

Despair and self-loathing feasting on my insides

Keeping me up at night and so far back inside my head during the day I have to scrape and claw to get back out

It...