Confessions

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This is probably the most personal poem I've ever written simply because it's just a list of my insecurities


I've always found it hard to fall asleep

Always had trouble with my self esteem

No one loved me enough to break my heart

Broke it myself, my mind tore it apart

I love to be hugged a little too much

Never was able to learn how to trust

I've never been needed, never been kissed

I miss you but I'm not the one you miss

Don't try to be tragic, just too intense

Though in most debates I stay on the fence

I'm obsessed with being pretty enough

When I'm vulnerable I try to act tough

The second I'm hurt I push you away

Though everything in me wants you to stay

I want more affection than I deserve

Others have problems and I just observe

I never cry cos I learnt not to feel

Everything's better when it's not real

I'd be a good wife, not a good girlfriend

If I feel happy I know it will end

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