Insecurity
The fluorescent lights blare all around
but still in a shadow do I drown.
The seclusion of my world from society
brings me only to believe you are more than me.
Like a departing plane, friendhsip shall fly.
To my existence they turn a blind eye.
For every beaming smile
is a stream of tears the length of a mile.
If I knew how to open the doors to my mind,
maybe happiness wouldn't be the hardest thing to find.
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