You're beautiful.
You're insecure.
You're a fool,
And there is no cure.
Your perfections make you weak,
Your fear makes you strong.
The fact that you don't realise it makes life bleak.
Maybe if you could realise it, life would be long.
But instead you're beautifully insecure,
People look at you and think you're beautiful,
And all you think is that you should be more.
But you live on, knowing there never will be any cure.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThoughts that keep me up at night, written into poetry. I would like to say I am no expert at poetry, never have and probably never will be. So most of these are probably pretty bad. I just want to write out my thoughts with the possibility of someo...
