I don't know
Something's wrong
I feel weird
I feel low

Seems like a circle
All the way round
Feels like a bubble
Bubble of doubt

Doubts everywhere
Doubts here and there
The insecurities
Have become real

Why do I feel
The things I feel
The world is changing
All around me

I have to hear
And to perceive
This is not the world
This is only me

Not only me though
Me and my mind
They have caused this
They are combined

Since I know this
I have to go on
Being aware
Cause it's nothing at all.

Feel my pain, bare my burden
Let me give you the suffering that you've created

Feel my insecurities, explore my mind
In the deepest darkest part
you will find

Can you get through the night?
It's a dare you should try

For my mind is a never ending maze
A constant battlefield

Be me I will say, get in my mind
Go ahead

You'll survive, you'll get out
But feeling a bit sane after that?

Oh I doubt not

Anxiety... the bane to my existence
At the opportune time opposing my resistance.
Dragging me into an uncontrollable state of stress,
Where I stand idle, where I'm a mess.

All my insecurities resurface, and
I think that I can't handle this,
That I'm not that great after all.
That I'm not desirable in the eyes of all.

So I stand silent in desolation
In a state of isolation.
Where I wonder who would put up,
With this mishap of creation...

That happens to be me.

My insecurities are mine, you try to heal but do not feel the insecurities that I conceal, I store them deep within myself, inside a jar upon a shelf, wear a smile braced like a Sheild, protect yourself, fight not too feel.

But you have broke me, mind and soul, kiss the imperfect make me whole, and in return I'll let you see, her who I so wish to be, I'll let you love what I cannot, for you are what I've always sought, perfection in its place a man, with loving eyes and gentle hands.

I don't want you if you're easy.
I've been reading your body language. Flipping through the pages you narrated to illustrate in conversation, which reflects shallow thoughts.
I'm trying to connect with you intellectually.
Unfortunately, the connection between us just isn't deep enough to submerge into. I refuse to jump headfirst before checking the water.
So I'll take a seat because your depth is just knee-deep. Shallow depths are only six feet.
Rest in peace abbreviated on your obituary followed by insecurities are killing relationships.

She looks in the mirror and sees her reflection
She turns to her friend and gossips for attention
She banters and cantors negativity
But her words are a poisonous activity

The Sun shines as she walks on her way
Beauty is everywhere but her vision is gray
The past is a weight that she cannot drop
Pulling her down relentlessly, it just won't stop

It's time to leave her baggage behind
A new destination awaits in due time
All she needs is peace of mind
And better days will soon be prime

I am my own suffering.

I.c