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InsecureI may seem brave,I may seem strong,But in truth I do in destiny belongTo my fears,My tears,The stream of lonely forgotten years,That have replaced my dignity;A dagger so jagged,The fragments left behind,Only cling at my soul to remindMe of my shortcommings and imperfectionsAnd tell me I'm negotiable;That things will never stay the same;The world changes,The tides turn.Black and white,Grow easier to discern.So life goes on.Friendships grow,in Destiny's bond.Hopes and dreams tarry along.And somewhere,In the depths of my mind,Sparks that little ping of horrorThat I'll be leftbehind.
GlassI always laugh when you refer to me as glass.Not just because of the way you say it,(glass-as-in-gas).Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.Glass is pure.I am like granite -my body nullified from too many clashing traits.Glass is transparent.I am like clay -illegible from all the plastered smiles.Glass is unyielding.I am like chalk -easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.No, my love,I was never glass. (Despite my fragility)Call me granite or clay or chalkand be done with me.
SkinnyI want to be skinny.I want to be thin.I want to be that girl I can picture within.I can't fit in those jeans.I can't run like the rest.No matter how much I lose I'm never impressed.I've cried, and tried, and done all my best.To melt away the pounds that keep me depressed.I can't force myself to be happy, it docent work that way.I guess not eating will just be here to stay.