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?