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.

 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741