You say you love me but I know you like her, and you still wonder why i live so deeply insecure if I had a knife, i'd make my waist a little thinner, my smile a little wider, i'd trim every hair on my body, cut my legs to make me shorter, maybe then I'd be fought for. i can't be found sometimes, dumbfounded by my surroundings. hiding, in between my insecurities. i've been captured in the moment,
scared to say another word, caught ,in between my insecurities I got lost within the essence,
talking nonsensical thoughts, lying inside, in between my insecurities. I learnt my lesson swiftly, teenage years, lunchbox idioms , sandwiched, in between my insecurities. I've spent years rearranging creating placing phrases onto hundreds of blank pages. and when I need words the most, they just aren't there.