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"Inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive." ~Eminem
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What is this pain?
What is this sadness?
What is this anguish?
What is this bitterness?
What are these thoughts
That keep on invading my mind?
What are the things in others
In me I can't find?
Why do I despair
In finding how to?
How to be smart, how to be talented,
How to be happy...how to be you?
When will I ever get it?
When will I get what I crave?
When will I learn how to be
Sociable, nice, funny and brave?
Where will I finally find peace?
Where can I find this thing called contentment?
When everytime I look at them,
I just fill with resentment.
Who can give me what I want?
Who will I hate next time?
Just because of my envy
That keeps me locked in like crime.
How can I be not like this?
I'm tired of throwing myself pity parties.
I'm tired of poisoning friendships
Because of my insecurities.
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「 poems 」
PoetryWhat's in here? Oh man, I bet you could never guess it unless you read it. Not like it's in the title or something, oh noes. or Poems I write when I just feel like it. (Warnings: Swear words, angst, and vast amounts of sadness.)
