Pennies on the ground
My world builds its wealth upon me
Yet I'm deemed insignificant
And emotional-less.
Less more
More less
Less more I let everything I had die
Doubts, fears, since birth
Before birth
My mother's womb
I remember feeling distaste
Men?
No good.
Women better, but not an option.
I choose both to keep my options open
Unable to find a balance
These fears and doubts
Insecurities led to my uncertainity.
Something that seemed so real
So genuine
Genufine
Yes
He was fine
Fine like a wine
Better over time
He heard my voice
Lived my dreams
Was my dream
Come true that is
Perfection
Impossible
It cant be
But was it?
Ruined
Image perception
Failed
Not surprising
He was a man.
He is a man
One who still holds my heart
My heart is in a thousand pieces
Cuts me real sharp
Swear it were a knife
Cut it to pieces
Only insecurity
Fear
Doubts
A knife
Weapon of choice
I didnt mean it
Or did I?
Scared of freedom
Desire emancipation
Confusion
Open wound
Infection
Healing
Neosporin
Scab
Visible
Ugly
Dried blood
An imperfection
Just like I imagined.
Just like me
Imperfected
Why shouldnt I be
I'm human
Do you hear me
No
Feel me
Understand me
Console me
Pity me
Crave this
Yes, I crave this
Attention whore
Promiscuity led to experiences
Kept men away
Enemy
No love
No hurt
No game
No STD
Lucky
Pregnancy
None
Pregnancy
Outcome
Abortion
One
One two three
Hurt my baby
Hurt me
Babies
An expression of me
NO
Dont be
Not good enough
Not strong enough
Hold me
Love me
Want me
Cherish me
Live through me
Imperfections
Confusion
Hate
Pain
Anger
Rage
Jealousy
Uncertainty
Why me?
