Insecure
She is insecure…
She struggles with staying pure.
She doesn’t see herself as beautiful.
She tries to be honorable and dutiful.
She locks the door to the bathroom…
She asks herself, “Will I ever find a groom?”
She stares into the mirror.
Her flaws magnify, just as she fears.
She closes her eyes and turns away.
She does this every day.
She covers her face,
She walks with a fast pace…
So no one can see…
She wants to become the woman,
She always thought herself to be.
She screams silently in her pillow at night.
What a deadly battle she fights.
She always cries…
She doesn’t know why.
Can you hear her screams?
The only time she laughs is in her dreams…
She feels free and loved…
She wonders if there is a God above…
“How can anyone love me?
How would anyone want me?”
She’s insecure…
Striving to be… pure.
~Marie J.~
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