Insecurity
It rises within me, like a plague or like vomit
One mouth is never enough to slam shut the beast back to its cave
Ravenous in cycles repeating itself, though it is something different altogether
It is the same old-fashioned, self-conflicting soprano screech of insecurity
My features are plain and my eyes are dogged with spots of black
They look flaked in moon-dust floating on a further reach of dark silk
It is like oil floating on water. Dull and acidic and so awfully pleased to meet you
You must understand that this is the canvas and comparisons will be drawn
'Dear Sir or Madam' I slot myself in between, feeling like neither and looking like both
When sincerely, I am faithfully and you sit undeniably pristine
Taking home the world in a dog-eared armour as I steal home some precious silence
Feeling like neither and wanting for both.
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