it shines through
no, it doesn’t shine
it lurks
from the eerie, dark cobweb covered corners
of my soul
vine like grip, no release, no matter the fight
grappling insecurities in constant motion
rugged claws,
ripping
scratching
snaring
holding captive, release begs of freedom
no avail
forever
forced and bound with no escape and no hope
only fear

How many times...
How many times do I need to lose friends before one will stay?
How many times do I have to cry at night because I'm not pretty enough?
Does crying burn calories?
How many times do I have to dream only to wake up to the nightmare of reality?
How many times do I have to be stuck in this loop of time?
Cry, sleep, dream and cry again
but my worries never go away.
They lurk around corners and hide in the cracks of the walls
Haunted by my own trust issues.