I was never insecure,
I was always at ease.
But then you came to love her,
And my confidence decreased.
I started to compare myself,
To her in every way,
And I always came up short,
No matter what I’d say.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoesíaWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
