“Insecurity” poems stories
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thomas2297 Community member
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A little insight into my thought process over the course of this year.


Insecurity is a poor substitute for a friend or a love. You can’t wake up in the morning and see a face you love looking back at you. You can’t embrace, kiss, and love with insecurity.

I can’t hold a hand or say “I love you”. I can’t hear a laugh or see a smile. I can’t stay up all night and talk and laugh with insecurity.

Instead of the ball and chain I call insecurity, I want a friend, a love, a person who sets my soul on fire with the sight of a smile or the sound a laugh.

The end.

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