I am filled with things and I battle feelings I never wanted to exist inside me.
I lack too much confidence and I carry too much sadness and my body is full of stars that never learned their name.
I wear my insecurities like pockets and I fill them with my fears and my hands are growing tired from reaching down into them to hold the feeling of being afraid.
I am afraid. Always afraid. Afraid like chimes when the wind lips are sealed afraid like your eyes when the stars fall asleep in the black.
Afraid like dreams when they realize they are just dreams and that reality is that one scar that will never fade away.
I am terrified. Terrified that things inside me are the things that will keep me from ever finding a home inside someone else.