26 November 2012
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.
Defeating Them All. • Opuss № I