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Insecurities & Imperfection:
Truth is I'm too imperfect
it includes both from within and without.
May not be beautiful for everyone's sight
but, whoever sees
what's inside, will surely adore it
even if from far.
Truth is I'm insecure of many things
don't just choose to show
in fear of being bullied when they know.
I keep me so private
even from the one whom
I am closest to.
I don't want to die of that same pain again,
don't want to fall in the same pit twice.
They once pushed me.
They are not humans I say.
They are more of monsters!
that makes you feel so insecure
and down.
They speak things so mean.
Brown and blacks are not liked
for when it's skin tone,
but I don't understand
they still carry
red blood.
Then where's the difference?
aren't we all the same inside?
Laughed at, for acne marks
no matter
friend, relative, or a complete stranger.
All they care about is breaking hearts
and making me feel not good enough.
These monsters have a common goal,
they all just want to look down at me
and make me feel crushed.
Maybe all they want is to feel superior?
for their own insecurities.
Could they not just make fun?
or not give that look as if I am the monster?
