Insecurities

I'm being buried by a layer of diffidence 

My days have surpassed agony

I never knew the silence of the night could be superior

But all I know, this is not what I want more of

Every mouthful stranger comes crashing with pessimistic locutions

Needless to say, I wonder if they're just afraid

Or maybe I'm conjecturing everyone is the same

My insecurities aren't genetic or caught

They are self made and indestructible

But they just establish my misery of hatred towards myself

I try to ignore the consequences 

But I can't live this way, all day, everyday