What about me
Location
Staring into the portal of insecurities
I honestly don’t know why I spend so much time believing I’m an obscurity
Caring about what everyone thinks about me
I’m just pathetic …
Spreading like an epidemic
Isolated in a place they said somebody will always be there
Tasseled hair
Tan skin
Makes me imperfect and hard to fit in
A lot harder to blend
Funny that I am
Yet when I look in the mirror I tend to question why I’m I so different
The pain that I feel is a constant reminder that no one can console it
Except for the ones that don’t know I exist
A trouble mind wondering if I’m missing something within
I want to be more than what I am
And amount to something amazing and grand
But all I have are just thoughts that brew into my mind
That sometimes I have no choice but to write
I’m gasping for air but my lungs only inhale water
Suddenly I’m drowning in my own pity of slaughter
I don’t want to give in to the tide,
But it feels like life is a dull blade stabbing me deep inside
They say you have to love yourself in order for others to love you
But why do I end up loving myself and questioning why others can’t do the same