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Scattered
My ever increasing insecurities
Lay scattered across my psyche
Like bullet casings litter a battlefield
They are everywhere, and yet nowhere to be found
They are abundantly obvious to those with keen eyes
And yet beyond oblivious, to those who so choose to remain blinded
Blemishes, left behind from a time fraught with turmoil
Unsightly scars that refuse to fade into oblivion
Fresh gaping wounds......
Left for the world to feast upon
I was beginning to think I
I was beginning to think I was reading something I had written...Your words--my oh my!
i understand
i understand insecurities
they secure my innerself
the self that screams to the skys
to let me the fuck out
i understand insecurities
most of mine are aesthetic
wish i could learn to love myself
for this hate is pathetic
good write, keep it up
remember scars let you
know that your alive
keep on penning
and try to be happy with life
:)
That was the best comment I think I have ever gotten. Thank you :)
I am but an open book, it is up to you to turn the pages.