Broken

My insecurities are what builds me up inside,
they pull at my skin and tear at my seams.
Sometimes I wish I could just run and hide,
but in the end nothing is what it seems.

I’m broken and scared that it’s beyond repair,
crying my heart out for a cure from myself.
I feel like I’m utterly alone, there’s no air,
no one around to care, there’s no one else.

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