Exposed
For all the world to see
My anxieties and insecurities
Begin to swallow me whole
What will they say
Whose approval
Should you have gained
Before posting
They won't like it
You look ugly
You thought you were doing something
But all you did was embarrass yourself
My fingers hover over the delete button
But I just shut off my phone
Why can't I just be proud of myself
Why can't I like the way I look
Why can't I survive
In this image-driven culture
YOU ARE READING
Overthinker
Poetry{tw: suidical ideation, death, anxiety, depressive thought} My thoughts are a full time job. Poetry from your local overthinker.
