Insecurites
In the shadows, I rest.
Near the heart, I remain.
I swallow your happiness.
And leave only, the pain.
I am the insecurities,
The voice inside your head,
I am the bringer of bad fortune,
I make sure your inner fire remains fed.
I warn you of bad choices,
About the heartache, I worry.
And though I spend time planning,
Your pathway remains all blurry.
I don’t try to be a bother,
I just care about you too much.
And though I try to comfort you,
I am still cold to the touch.
I wish we could trade places.
So you could see, I don’t want you to feel blue.
Though you cannot ever see me.
For I am inside of you.