Blended Thoughts [Poetry]

Insecurities

They say it affects girls more,
But they'd be surprised of how many guys have tears in their eyes
With faces on the floor.

Why can't we see beauty in the room with the open door?
And not be afraid that our appearance will cause eyes to bore.

Does self love even exist?
Inflicting pain to our wary wrists,
Pushing ourselves to be among the group that society picks,
Purging out our last dish.
Beating up ourselves because the clothes doesn't fit.
Before you know it, we're anorexic.

But is that really our wish?
Letting our flaws perform its tricks?
Insecurities, you're a bitch.

A/n
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-Faith