My insecurities eat at me
Setting off alarms
deterioration of my self esteem
Dragging my good into a box and leaving out all the bad
Insecurities
Sometimes pulling anxiety out to play
Sometimes pulling depression out to party
Sometimes playing a game of flash backs causing ptsd
Insecurities
Constantly tearing at me
Tearing me apart
Reminding me I will always be last place
Insecurities
That'll never leave
Never wash away
Never turn and go back to being small
Things that I constantly feel 19 hours of my day are given to insecurities
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