On insecurities.

The self walked into the center of the spotlight, the insecurities grew and it grew smaller.

I like my house pretty much

things where they are

not bothered by putting them in the right places

and such.

But then some days when I look out the window

I see people with friends dogs and feeding swallows.

and I look around my house

it’s empty.

Maybe I should open the doors and let others in.

I let others in.

Everyone ‘chills’

Everyone ‘hangs out’

And they laugh

at all I am

and all that I have

Then everyone leaves.

Damn you motherfuckers.

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