You’re Probably Insecure

I’ve noticed you shivering in your own warmth. You don’t even feel comfortable around your own soul. Staring at the mirror seeing a reflection that you don’t know. How can you welcome a guest into your heart when they don’t see it as their own home. You’ve had so many visitors that left you as a visitor, I mean you stepped into their world but got treated like a miniature. Replica of a masterpiece, every time you want to float in their mind, they don’t view you as an astronomical piece. Victim to your own trap, you purposely dug into your past promising you’d never go back. Now you’re six feet deep drowning in an ocean of doubts, you can be so close to someone yet there would be no closure around. Distant love will make you want to spill out the love that was poured into your soul from the most distinctive pitcher. You were drawn towards their difference ‘till you realized your paintbrush strokes revealed the same actions with only faces that looked different. Beautiful creatures with dangerous hearts, you need to watch for cautious signs before they leave you stranded on their dangerous paths. You devoured your own worth but are still insecure of your own half. The whole you doesn’t even know the whole you, rest assure that you’re at war with the old you. You’re not the only one floating on this boat that has a leakage causing you to beware the life you might drown in. You’re at fear with your own surroundings. Even your shadow stares at you with eyes of judgements that make you want to remain in the dark so the light doesn’t reflect an image that reminds you to be afraid of the dark. You’re in fear of unlocking the cage to set you free of your own symptoms, you’re so accustomed to being in pain that any form of pleasure actually leaves you with hurt. Why are you constantly keeping your mind at a battle with assumptions? Hiding your atoms behind a covalent shield not allowing new souls to orbit around you and get attracted to you through electronic means. Losing confidence in your own skin like it’s crawling with your own guilt sensing your heart beating fine but feeling like a patient that is being killed. Stabbing your mind wanting to retire from this life feeling like you’re overworked your brain into hiring a priceless smile. There’s no way to escape a mind that’s so used to being caged up, I just hope someone unlocks their mind and lets you fill their space up.