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Lauren Sep 2017
Insecurities
I know I am blinded
Each insult you throw at me pierces straight through me
But still I laugh it off
It’s just a joke, right?

You claim it’s something to take lightly
But what about when you’re picking apart my every flaw
Making me feel more and more insecure every day
A never ending spiral of insecurity and sadness

You claim you’re a good friend, the best one I’ll ever have
But would good friends listen to my problems and pretend to be sympathetic
Then threaten to tell other people like its everyday gossip?
Causing me to constantly live in fear at waking up one day with nothing left to myself.

You claimed insulting me was something everyone does
But how have I now found someone who makes me feel beautiful without the need to pick me apart?
You claim I’ll never get anywhere in life, I’m not smart or pretty enough
But how am I now working my way towards a successful career

You claim I’ll never be happy, that I’m stuck this way forever
But how is that true when most days since leaving you have left me feeling lighter

My insecurities becoming smaller
Happiness is making itself home again
Evicting the sadness from its home.

— The End —