Insecure
Someone who knows me inside and out
someone who sees past my neuroses
my rings are my insecurities, and today's a six ring day, but I feel free
see the false bravado, the comedy
masking tragedy with truth
the desperate want to be loved
need?
My glasses are dirty
they are my paradigm
brand new and glistening
and all I see is steam and scratches
and I take off the glasses, and
the physical is hazy, but
the beauties still are beautiful
because I see past them
and love them.
And my mind isn't pure
and my hands aren't clean
and my body isn't perfect
and my eyes don't see
and my soul's too soft
and my thoughts are too deep
and I won't just giggle and jiggle
is that why I'm alone?