Insecurities
I'm fine.
Or at least I will be,
Is what I tell myself
When my anxiety takes over.
It’s not enough,
I think when i step on the scale,
Begging the number before my eyes
Would somehow magically drop.
Tone it down,
I force myself.
When I laugh too loud,
Drawing the unwanted attention
Of those around me
Nothing will ever be enough
To fit in with this imperfect world.
Slowly I start to fade.
Nobody notices.
Eventually there will be nothing of me
Left worth saving.
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