The moment it occurs to mind that something has gone wrong it disturbs the mind
Disturbance, then becomes a part routine
A disturbed mind feels insecured and fearsome about the future.

Unpredictable are the ways of life when disturbance occupies a definite place in life
Since long time disturbance has always remained a part of life at one moment of time or another.

Whether you agree or accept
Deny or disagree
One thing remains for sure
At some point in time everyone’s life has been through turbulent waters

Childhood, youth, middle age, old age, whatever may be your age group?
At some point in time the reason for feeling insecured in the present is because of a disturbance from past, which is not only recognized, but also occupies a place in the present.

It can be anything
It can be all
Disturbance can be a part of everyday life
Disturbance can be related to a particular moment in time
Still with everything that is being said and all that is being done
One thing remains for sure
Disturbance occupies a definite place in everyone’s life.

It's not as to whether you handle a situation effectively or tackle a problem
When it comes to disturbance of mind it's always better to use presence of mind
A volatile situation if it goes from bad to worse it will not only spoil the present, but also ruin the future

Be not only practical, but also confident
Make up your mind
Handle the frequent changes in the present with regards to what else and what more is possible
Presence of mind will help to control the situation, if used positively
Also otherwise, apart from the disturbance make up your mind to adjust the present with regards to the uncertain future.

Those days when I relished candy floss
And for each petty matters gave a toss
Always kept a bet with the friend
Bribed till the end
When won felt secured
When lost insecured
Childhood memories strange
Often appear and enstrange
Playing with marbles
When cold invited gargles
Playing in puddles
Eating noodles
Those days have gone
Pleasant to remember bygone

A loving mother
A rich father
A cute sister and
'caring' friends;

A good life
you would say;

But I know
I am insecured
feeling heavily insecured

Do you know its all
because of
loving mother
rich father
cute sister and
so called 'caring' friends.

Head cracked open
Body splattered
Soul on the sideline, copin'.
Cranium smoking..
****..
I'm not insured
wish I had that part secured
Instead I chose to be Insecured..
For my Insecurity
Good thing the police is coming..
with hot coco and a blanket...

...What?

To that mother that brags about her son popularity with the women.
Remember, he's yours.
When trouble from them comes.

How can a mother defend a grown man?
Or , has he ever became one.

Some women and wives has called them mama's boys.
Always running to her instead of facing his battles.

Which plays into that mother's bond since he was born.

They make babies.
Even with ladies families think is crazy.
Even then the bond was set.
That he knew, what type of lady he was dating was about?
Cause many kins, associates and friends questioned it.

But he knew.
He would always have mama to his defense.
While his sisters and others questioned this.

In prison around the world.
Many mothers are most men prisoners visitors.
Along, with that loyal wife.
Or on the side lover.
Which many times, the mother invites.
Unless the insecured male writes her.

A man stands on his own.
When he's right.
More son, when he's wrong.

But these are words most mothers refuses to see.

There is a girl who sits in f
ront of the class, she is tall, bright
and smart, her name is Paris Jackson.

She is so helpful and kind to
others around her.
She told me her favriout singer
who is Marilyn Manson.

how can the smartest and helpful girl
learn to hate her own guts
she cuts and burns her skin.
how can she feel so insecure to others.

she gets a blade and sraw pictures on her arms.
She thinks that her parents dosen't care for her
it is as if her mind isn't dark enough.

There is a girl in the front of the class
who only laugh when someone tells her
who's on on first base. Her eyes looks like they are
made out of glass.

How can someone so perfect feel so insecured,
as her arms has cuts and burns.
Drawing pictures on her arms with a blade as
if her mind isnt darekk enough.

There was a girl in font of the class
who took her life yesterday, she left a
note saying "sorry I didnt say, my
mind was messed up, you couldnt
save me any way."

I felt sad and so dose the girl in the back of the class.

It’s was very clear
The purring of the turbine kept us awake
As the dew settled into the drying shale
Becoming what it’s not

Perhaps the men, fantastic
Misconstrued across the dimming ceiling, being blown about
Reminding you of those who you wish for
Rather than the *******

To justify the means
Is to understanding the ******* as no more
Than the tap to which sap leaks from
For the one, insecured.

Just keep taking
Aggravating
Me with every smile faking
Have to get along
I know
But I can’t wait
For you to go
No longer even think us friends
Just here until the leasing ends
But spend
And spend
Don’t make amends
Don’t pay for anything
Pretend
You’re welcome,
Wanted,
Here belong
That this is even
Right and wrong
You’ve made it so
It’s only mine
This house,
The home
You undermine
And treat as if
It’s limitless
All you consume
To still exist
Beneath a roof
You can’t afford,
Behind closed doors
Of insecured

I love you til the day that i die
this song playing in the background
But please let not this be me.
The world is ****** up
we are the epitome of impossibility
you do not want me
And I am still obsessed with you.

You’re muslim I’m christian
You read Quran I’m in love with bible
You had never tasted love
Im with someone for 5 years
You’re left brain smart and I’m overdramatic
You hate cheating and im a cheater
2018 i found Jesus
And you were still Hopeful of life
Maybe you were the faceless person
That fills up my prayers
Maybe I prayed for your safety
For the best to come
For hope
2019 instagram yours and my first post
Both 20 but
Our paths never crossed until 5 years later
I hate your name
Until I see you wearing it
My name was never on your lips
Even when were on the phone
You must really love her
Even calling another girl
Feels like cheating
Your name tattooed on my mind
My keyboard
My playlist
My life
And I still hate it
It rhymes with the moon
Now I look at it
And never not think of
Your first smile
Your eyes
Your voice
Your shoulders
Your hands
Your feet
Your skin
Your hair
Your insecured nose
You
Just you
All i want
Is you
No one else
I dont deserve you
Im the worst person
To ever live
I dont deserve love
And i will die
Still loving you in my memory
In my pages
In my pens
I told you of my poems
Of my songs
And you never care
To read and to listen
I poured out my heart
And you never care
To look at the spill
Mess i am
One last time
I love you
I loved you
I still love you
I will love you
On my deathbed
Your name will be my last breath
I wont forget


It seems that in the end
I love you til the day that I die