So many shortcomings,
Too many to count,
Even more unidentified.
Insecurities seep through,
The walls of my heart,
Already damp with,
The stress of the piles,
Of work I have yet to do.
My emotions,
Splotch on the paper,
As I write away.
My heart,
Easily stolen,
Was taken away,
By the fear of failure,
And left on the ground,
For obstacles to tread,
All over it,
Dirtying it.
Flesh on ground,
On an expressway,
I'm that vulnerable.
I'm that useless,
Pathetic creature I am.
I only have my emotions,
To spare.
They're overflowing,
People comment,
It's overbearing,
Too much for them.
One by one,
They disappear,
Fade into,
The realm of disappearance.
Never to be seen,
Ever again.
With me.
