Poems And Poetries

insecurity

Insecurities feast off of my nightmares so easily,
I creep on loneliness,
I let it grip my head,
Let it take away the value of everything.

I'm filled with everything just like what your tummy would be after eating portions of fat food, and stuffing them on my mouth like filling your stomach is something less and not enough not until it bursts and you force and budge it to be filled more again, as if it's nothing.

Mistakes are made clear, so easily.
And insecurity is there to sway you so easily, to make you believe things that aren't exactly true but isn't exactly wrong.

You drown in a place where you call home and you feel the need to say, "no, I don't care about anything at all." But really you look at yourself in the mirror and think of all possibilities to end everything in a snap,
That's insecurity wishing you were dead,
And that's you wishing it was insecurity that's making you dread of life and security, and belief, and faith— and almost everything nice that you think has failed you.

Insecurity lacks a lot,
One of which that includes love and emotions.
You think having emotions is dumb,
And you let yourself down by making everything all numb,
Easily enough your insecurity isn't enough to make you come to your senses, and in the end,
Darkness is enough for you to succumb.
But succumb to what?

The feeling of nothing, or the feeling of insecurity that craves and feasts on your lack of self-reassurance and discipline?
Why is discipline the matter when insecurity's in the way?
Then why bother at all with feeling insecurity?
The logic is dumb for sure.

The rest of this isn't that good either.

That kind of talk itself is mildly insecurity.