I don't know anymore...

Insecure.

I hate this.

I hate this life I live.

I hate this constant fear I suffer with.

It angers me.

It enrages me.

I want it to leave.

I wish I could rip it out of my skin.

Why the fuck am I so terrified to go to school?

I have friends.

I have good grades.

There is nothing there to harm me.

And yet.

I sit in my car every morning.

Heart palpitating.

Breathing becoming strained.

And I freak out.

Why can't I be normal?

Why must I be that girl?

The girl with the weird legs.

The huge knees.

The girl who's too tall.

Too skinny.

Do you know what it's like to wake up in the morning wanting to scream?

Do you know what it's like to put a smile on your face when all you want to do is die?

To have your insecurities shot down with "I wish I was that skinny" or "I wish I were that tall".

YOU DON'T FUCKING GET IT.

I hate this.

I hate this life I live.

And yet I continue to live it.

A/N: This poem is very close and personal to me (because it is about me). I hope you enjoyed! ~Allyn