It starts with a laugh,
ends with blood
Everyday it feels like you are trapped in your mind
Dear Insecure Person you are not alone
I dream of a day I don’t have to wake up and put makeup on my face to cover it
Nothing specific to cover eh?
Nothing specific because you want to cover it all
I dream of a day I wake up and don't think back to the scale I weighed myself on last night
I dream of a day where I don’t think people are staring at me, laughing secretly
Where I don’t brand names in my head
Like fat, acne face, weird, gross, unlikable.
Where I don’t break into tears in a public restroom
I dream of a day I can wake up and be me
What does hating yourself feel like?
Like hell
At least that’s what you treat yourself like
I scrub more than just my makeup off at the end of the day
A little piece of my dignity scrapes off with it.
I only have so much
When it's gone, it's gone
So dear inscure person you are not alone
I feel it too
I feel the pain
I feel the hate
Most importantly I feel the misery you endure
Every day that goes bye where you wonder why can't I be happy
I feel it,
But I can't see it
Being insecure isn't something you show
It's something you feel
Something you hate
Like yourself
Dear Inscure Person I know what I hate about me and now so do you
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YOU ARE READING
Poems To Society
Puisi~This is a collection of poems some writen by me and some that I find very inspirational. This is a book I've been wanting to do for a while. If poetry is something you like this books for you.~
