Insecurity
November 8, 2013
I honestly wish I didn’t hate myself as much as I do
Because laying here in the heat is making me sick
I can see the ways my thighs lay
The way my face is shaped
And I feel full of insecurity
The kind I seek to never keep
The ones I hid, but wish to vent about
I wish to love me please.
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