Insecurities

July 31, 2018

Miles and miles of plain skin

Judged by big words that only sink in

Unable to bereath on these insecurities

and my anxieties.

Maybe I am just foolish

and adding to it just useless.

A ride downhill in which my heart skips a beat.

My wrist only feel the heat.

Night full of terrors.

Focused on my errors.

Just look yourself in the mirror,

Let me clean the mirror to get more clear.

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