Insecurity
I feel like a child
Pubescent and awkward in every way
The expectation is perfection
Perfection I cannot obtain
You’re too fat, you’re too short
You’re too dumb, you’re too smart
A world full of “too’s”
And too little “just right”.
I’m like Goldilocks on a trip
Where the story never ends
And the bears never left
But stood over taunting
Their claws over my head
Ready to rip to shreds at the slightest twitch
It is a bear, a beast.
Merciless and vengeful
A green monster of spite.
Lurking...
Waiting...
For just the right time to strike...
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