Poetry

Insecurities

I’m choking on insecurities.

Seething with envy at the characters on t.v.

Flawless lives before a flawed mind.

Where do I go from here?

How do I make that happiness real?

Will the universe provide?

Is it on my side?

Will each decision be a benefit?

Will each step take me forward?

Doubt consumes me.

Anxiety crushes me.

“It gets better.”

For who?

© 2020

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