Starry
Well-known member
Not very good, and I've used the words "Find" and "Mind" too many times, but oh well it's how I felt as I wrote it. *Sigh*
Insecurities
Insecurities are all that I find
Steals peace and security from my own mind
Taunted and hated, verbally abused.
All from within, the accuser: The accused.
Trusting is hard when you can’t trust yourself.
Can’t get away from this ill mental health.
Wish, just for once, one person I could find
Who is able to make me change my mind.
Stop all the loathing and hating I find
From biting and snarling, devouring my mind.
Killing me slowly through torture and pain
I try so hard, though I never seem to gain.
Help me, please help me, I beg of you.
Someone please help me to undo
The suffering and anguish I suffer each day
I need friends. I need love to light my way.
Yet I fear that I shall never receive
That which I long for, that thing I do grieve.
As long as I’m like this, no chance do I stand
Of ever being normal, or holding your hand,
I long for the touch of love’s warm caress
But all that I have is anxiety and stress.
Tearing and ripping, stabbing at me.
Hurting me with negativity.
“They don’t want to talk, they’re just being kind,
To think they could like you, you must have been blind.”
Pitying, and loathing, I am a fool you see
To think anybody could care for me.
Insecurities
Insecurities are all that I find
Steals peace and security from my own mind
Taunted and hated, verbally abused.
All from within, the accuser: The accused.
Trusting is hard when you can’t trust yourself.
Can’t get away from this ill mental health.
Wish, just for once, one person I could find
Who is able to make me change my mind.
Stop all the loathing and hating I find
From biting and snarling, devouring my mind.
Killing me slowly through torture and pain
I try so hard, though I never seem to gain.
Help me, please help me, I beg of you.
Someone please help me to undo
The suffering and anguish I suffer each day
I need friends. I need love to light my way.
Yet I fear that I shall never receive
That which I long for, that thing I do grieve.
As long as I’m like this, no chance do I stand
Of ever being normal, or holding your hand,
I long for the touch of love’s warm caress
But all that I have is anxiety and stress.
Tearing and ripping, stabbing at me.
Hurting me with negativity.
“They don’t want to talk, they’re just being kind,
To think they could like you, you must have been blind.”
Pitying, and loathing, I am a fool you see
To think anybody could care for me.