Security
This insecurity,
Eats the inside of me,
Makes me act differently,
Than who I'd like to be,
You see subconsciously,
I'm an anomaly,
But I just want to see,
The brighter side of me,
I live within these grips,
These shackles and these whips,
So now I'm just waiting for some tip,
To end this awful trip,
Because a trip turns to a free fall,
Open arms turn into brick walls,
And I won't answer your calls
To feel like I'm even more small.
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2017
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