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Insecurities

You won't remember me tomorrow,

And if you do it will be as her roommate.

What a bitter pill to swallow

When you realize that your life has no meaning.

I won't be remembered in the morning,

I won't be missed when I go home

To write words that climb so slowly up my throat

That I may ***** (though that might be *****

No one will care that I left early.

No one will care if I disappear

Right at this very instant.

I am not beautiful and I never will be.

I am not intelligent and though I strive to be,

I know that is unobtainable.

I am not outgoing

I am not social

I am not interesting

But what I am is sitting in the dark and quiet.

My tears are triple filtered.

Why can't I mean anything to anyone?

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Jun 25, 2010
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