dear existence,

why am i so insecure?

i hate myself
but i hate thought of others making you laugh more than i do more.
and then again, i ask myself;
"why am i so insecure?"

the built up panic's coming out of its shell
horrifying memories i've never wished to dwell
it all just feels so swell
and the nostalgia doesn't feel so well

in my mind i am trapped and i can't seem to escape

drowning in my insecurities and visible imperfections
and now i lock myself in the prison of shitty self impressions
cause i know it's all too late

i look at the mirror
and i give my reflection a look of complete terror
and then i ask myself once again;
"why am i so insecure?"

E.R.