"Insecurities"
They speak loud and clear.
Tormenting me in my mind, only I can hear them
But, everyone can see them.
They’re everywhere, all around.
My fear rising as I turn the corners of my school.
Are they there?
Who are they, what is it?
My insecurities.
Always there, shaming me.
Talking about me.
They could eat me alive it they wanted too.
But, they won’t, they’re just ripping my skin open to reveal that;
what’s in the inside doesn’t really matter in the real world.
Its only about what’s on the outside.
My insecurities drown me, rip me apart.
And people don’t mind helping them, tear me.
When it comes to me going to school, all my confidence I had earlier that morning demolishes
For me; my confidence is silent, and my insecurities are loud.
Repeating the same words to yourself every single day,
Stop fixing your shirt,
Stop messing with your hair,
Stop looking around to see if someone’s looking.
Keep calm, he only saw your arms.
Only let him hold your hand.
Keep your shirt down.
I’m screaming,
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
Just, stop.
Go away.
Let me, feel normal.
-Justin Thorne
(This isn’t g r e a t, but it’s a decent 10 min scraping.. Like home made noodles:3 )
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I like that you decided to format this by centering the stanzas, it really makes the lengthier lines stand out, like “When it comes to me going to school, all my confidence I had earlier that morning demolishes.” Everyone can relate to being nervous sometimes, but it’s hard to explain what it’s like dealing with anxiety every single day. Thanks for attempting it.
I like the metaphoric feel that this piece has. You described the struggle of insecurities in a way that I think a lot of people can relate to. The feeling of worrying about every aspect of ourselves, how we appear to others and how loud it can get internally sometimes. I also like the format that you used. It makes the piece very attractive looking. It grabbed me right from the beginning. Good job!
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