The _weight of my insecurity_
Tips the scale beyond capacity
Yet I still bear the burden every day
The _sound of my inner voice_
Reverberates within my ear, duplicitously,
Yet I nod in subtle agreement anyway
The _pulse of my constant fears_
Makes my heart envious of its rhythm
Yet my veins ever widen, to my dismay
All while the _warmth of my depression_
Has become far too safe a shelter in this cold
Yet it seems that the frostbite....
_.....is still underway_