Self conscious I feel
Flaws I see
Insecurities buzz about like bees
Imperfection agitates my skin like fleas
Goosebumps rise to praise the cold breeze
World so cold, heart about to freeze
Personally not bold
Cards too bad I fold
"Be happy", I was told
Too hard though, I've lost hope
Reality too cruel I can't cope
Death, welcome me home
A deep abyss, darkness fills my holes
Solved puzzle, I'm whole
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA bundle of my own poetry pieces. My madness speaking, typed out scribbles.
