ThemA Poem by MirIm really bad at titles^
Insecurities are slowly becoming my best friend Sometime I can't help but think maybe it's time for the end I try to snap myself out of it because I don't like thinking this way But then I fall back into it, hearing the words people say They must not understand that their words mean more than they think The fact that I rely on their opinion completely and utterly stinks! I try to block them out and tell myself I'm fine But in the end it doesn't work because I know it's just a lie. Maybe someday I'll forget about society and focus on loving me For now I'll continue being drowned by the people I call 'them' I feel like a flower that's beig withered With leaves slowly falling from my stem.
© 2012 MirAuthor's Note
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Added on November 27, 2012Last Updated on November 28, 2012 |

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