my feelings are real
but they are not always true
my head is sealed in a bubble
where insecurities leak out of my eyes and roll to the bottom
and i am slowly, slowly
it’s such a painful way to die
but an even more painful way to live
doubts like tar paint my insides
and i am choking on false conclusions
even the eggshells slice to soles of my feet
every word, every expression is analysed with such scrutiny
looking for something to confirm my worst fears
if i anticipate attack
maybe it will hurt less when it happens.
Life goes on without them .
Art By: @risfloat