Insecurity
Insecurity is my nature,
Depression is my name.
And all I can do,
Is love you all the same.
And yet I'm afraid,
That I will be hurt once again.
Yet all I can do,
Is hope and pretend...
Pretend that everything is all right,
When I want to scream and shout.
Pretend I'm fine,
When I'm dying inside.
Pretend that I'm not scared,
And fear doesn't rule my life.
Pretend that I'm smiling,
When tears are trailing down my face.
Hope that you will always love me,
And never leave me behind.
Hope that you will still see me,
And not turn away.
Hope that you can save me,
And bring me back to life.
Hope that you can make me happy,
And lead me into the light.
Copyright © Angelita Becerra | Year Posted 2009
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