Insecurity Poem by Kyler Davis
Insecurity
People normally say,
That I look weird.
As I decay,
And I teared.
I don't want to listen,
Or see them judge.
I wish my vision,
Was like a smudge.
My insecurities cut like knives,
Makes my skin get scars.
As I fade from life,
I want to go to Mars.
But that will never come true,
No matter how hard I try.
I just wish I knew,
That my insecurities were just a lie.
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