Insecure
With no confidence,
I enter the battlefield,
With very little providence,
And no weapon or shield,
A slash of a knife,
is all it takes,
No strife,
Not even sure if I’m awake
I can’t feel it no more,
The love,
With my heart so sore,
The feelings that I have shoved,
My heart made of stone,
And pain that makes me insecure,
And in the depth of my bones,
Is a pain I can no longer endure