The insecurities are what destroy you from the inside.
They eat away at you until you’re immobilized.
You no longer have control over your own brain or your own thoughts.
Everything just becomes numb and empty, like you’re lifeless with nothing left to give.
You are nothing, you always have been nothing but now you actually feel it.
Nothing feels real.
Reality isn’t real.
What is happening right in front of your eyes isn’t real.
It cannot be real, because if it is real, then your insecurities win.
Your insecurities prove themselves right.
They give you the big "I told you so" and scream it into the hollowness that is now your existence.
You always knew you were right, but you tried to convince yourself otherwise.
Tried to pretend that everything was fine, everything was the way it was supposed to be.
In the back of your mind, you always knew that you would never be good enough.
It was just a question of how long the facade was going to last.
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Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Comments (2)
Oh this one hurts. Brings me back to my dark postpartum days. The Poisonous Parrots saying mean things in our heads are hard not to listen to, but that doesn't make them right. Without knowing whether or not this poem is spur-of-the-moment vs. inspired by your life, I do want to say I hope you are okay and know that you are something, you are someone, and you are worth it <3
Great last line, it says so much.