My insecurities come and beat my skull ,my soul,
To a meaningless pulp.
Even when I am free,
Physically there are no chains,
And I can fly
But,
Mentally I am chained,
*****
Abused
By my own insecurities.
Countless nights, tossing and turning,  I hear her/him.
I am nothing.
There is no love.
There is me, the living ****.
And I do not love thy self.
God has no place in my mind, choosing to rot in my self pity, than to believe.
Choosing to believe the negative than the positive he gives me.
My insecurities beats the **** out of my energy,
Beats the **** out of my love,
Beats the **** out of my being.
Building a wall of thorns and demons,  
There is no escape from it.
There is no savior.
There is only it and myself
Why fight a battle, that's been long lost...
It is morphed and carved into me.
A tattoo that cannot be lasered out.
It is me.