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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Other · #854054
Sometimes I think he knows me too well, perhaps more than I know myself...
Miss Insecurity,
that's what you called me.
Two months ago I would have denied it,
No, I'm Miss Independent,
Doing well without you,
Found myself forgetting about you.

Miss Insecurity,
Yes, I agree that's me.
I can't allow myself to believe anything,
find myself doubting everything.

I feel so vulnerable;
A few choice words and I could crumble.
The progress I thought I had made,
everything I've done,
it would all be gone,
and I would find myself alone,
collapsed on the floor,
curled up and crying like a child,
lost and alone, wishing I could die.

Miss Insecurity...
You know me too well.

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