Insecurities.
They cloud me like a hive.
An angry swarm of liquid wasps.
Eating me alive.
Faults and failures.
They run along my skin.
Wearing all my flesh away.
Until I'm bones; I'm thin.
Insecurities.
They wash away the pride.
Desert my other feelings.
Left to sand, not tide.
Faults and failures.
They weigh a ton, like brick.
Bend my back in half.
A weight; a nervous tick.
Insecurities.
Don't affect me anymore.
Faults and failures.
They'll leave; of that I'm sure.
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