Insecure I am.
Skinny and pretty I am not.
Trying to not think about the harsh words I can.
But insecurity is my lot.
Afraid I am.
Afraid to face the lies.
Afraid to chase those cries.
Afraid to not give a damn.
Lost I am.
Buried deep in torture.
Pretending to be something I am
Not...
I am
Insecure
Scared
Lost
And what can I do?
Give a damn.
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My Mind; The Broken
PoetryA book of poetry I have written. Most have come from assignments in high school but all are from the heart.
