Insecurities of the Mind

by Milla   Dec 29, 2007


I feel so see through.
You read me like a book.
I try to covers my scars
but they wont fade away
I'm like a little child
who can't dream out of a nightmare.
Getting chased by all thats not me.

I feel so helpless
as i crawl back into a hole
of lies and despair.
Watching my life switch the script
on me. Becoming the prey
never the predator.

I feel so Vulnerable.
Any action can destroy.
Pushing me over with no effort at all.

I feel so childish.
Scared of the impossible.
Running from nothing
but weird fears.

I feel so dumb.
Cowarding from nothing
but my self.
Playing tricks with my mind.
Playing tricks with my heart.

I feel so insecure
in my own insecurities
of the Mind

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  • 16 years ago

    by Sarah

    A lovely poem... keep it up 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Belinda marie

    I love this poem it reminds me of me, in a weird kinda way!

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