Dear Insecurity
Dear Insecurity,
You tricky, and intimidating thing,
It’s time I told you of the pain you have caused me.
The sleepless nights I lay awake
as the clock ticks on,
Its hands circling round and round
like the vortex of my mind.
I close my eyes and see you.
Your face is distorted
like rippling waters
or broken glass,
and when I focus hard enough
I see myself in you.
You are my phantom.
I try and hide from you,
with your brooding looks
and devilish smirk,
but there is no escape.
You bury yourself deep within me:
In the caverns of my chest,
the strands of my mind,
and in the very essence of my being.
Insecurity.
You corrupt my thoughts.
What starts as a small, contained flame
erupts into a wildfire,
destroying me
from the inside out,
until i’m left
a pile of ash.