insecurities // a collection of short poems

ii.

insecurities,

oh how they'll be the death of me.

such a simple word,

so plain to see -

insecurity.

so why does it plague me?

follows me around like a bug, all bite

and i try to stick my fists up

i try to fight

but i easily knock out

insecurities, please oh please,

i promise i hear you shout.

please be quiet

you're being heard

it's hard to fight it.

insecurity, please oh please, let me live.