Insecurity
My insecurities are wolves They circle me Constantly Occasionally lurching out to take a piece But never breaking from the pack My fear is but a snack On which they feed And no matter the deed I wish to achieve Whether shallow or steep There they are in the shadows, watching me With hungry eyes and empty stomachs They ravage my mind with sticks And stones These insecurities swallow me when I’m alone They rip and tear, they bully and beat They kick me when I’m down, they know when I am weak They stand proudly with my heart at their feet And they’ll sink their unforgiving teeth Into flesh and souls Taking their tolls Until my pain manifests on me physically Whether I carve up my skin Like an October pumpkin Or I eat all the food that I can manage Until my skin bends and stretches into something I can’t bandage With gauze or an oversized t-shirt Until I flirt With my demons out loud-for everyone to see But I’m afraid of what they’ll think of me. Who I show yo...