Insecurity is new to me.
When I look in the mirror I see many things.
Things I do not believe yet I do believe.
Beautiful, pretty, ugly, unperfect.
Ultimately these things are useless.
Usually I would say I am weird.
Weirdly enough that is the one thing I can agree with.
When I think, I think weirdly I know this and I know it's bad.
Badly enough my mind is mine alone.
And that is what I hate about myself.
My thoughts haunt me.
Mindlessly hoping for my thinking to come to a end.
Even when I know it will never end.
Eliminating these thoughts are hard but that is what I want is it not?
Now when I think i think of things like stories and exciting things.
Things that will go back to those thoughts I wish to keep down.
Insecurity is new to me and I do not like it.
