Insecurity Blues

by Herb Jones   Aug 24, 2008


Dirty encrusted fingernails..
Look at my life and tell me hope prevails..
Ratty matted down hair..
Look at me like you don't care..
Look at the pain in my eyes..
Feel the shame inside of you rise..
To me you are a fool..
Trying to put on a facade to make everything seem cool..
I laugh at your pain, and mock your fears..
I squeal with delight when you're brought to tears..
I feed off of you and the mistakes you make..
I will steal everything you have until there's nothing left to take..
I will take all of your deepest darkest thoughts and fears and remove them from obscurity..
I can do this because deep down inside you know I'm you're insecurity.

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