Insecurity used my mind
As a dwelling place,
And made itself right at home,
Getting right to work.
To him, I was just an empty vessel;
To fill with guilt, hate, and fear.
It followed me wherever I went,
A constant shadow
That I was unable to shake.
It whispered lies to me, day and night,
Consuming my every thought.
It's sadistic eyes lighting up,
Filling with joy at every chance
It had to see me in pain.
It was obsessed with seeing me suffer.
It's soul purpose was to make me hate myself.
It pains me to know that,
More times than not,
I let him win.
But I don't want to live in that anymore.
Insecurity is no longer welcome here.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
