A life full of people—
laughing, talking—
none seem to fit me.
None at all.

I walk through life
with more insecurities
than I can count,
wondering when
I’ll fall down.

I see a person
much like I.
I question if
he has insecurities
that he will just deny.

We talk about our struggles,
but when will he know
how much he means
to someone like me?

It hurts—
the smile,
every day.

I just can’t wait
for the time
when I can fall down,
and he’ll hold me
as I cry.