7th August 2014 - A poem entitled "Insecure".

Sad poem alert. Don't read if you don't like sad stuff.

Insecure

You look in the mirror and analyse your reflection,

You hate yourself because you don't see perfection.

Imperfections are normal.
You know this.
Fucking hell. You bloody know this.

But it still hurts. You're still sad.

You still feel the hate for your appearance, despite hating what that hate stands for.

Scars caused by insecurity; scars that lead to more insecurity.

We live in a world where there are people who would trade 10 years of their lifetime to lose 5 stone;

Fuck, some of them do.

It's stupid. So utterly stupid.
You hate the fact they do it, that they're made to do it,

That people can't be happy living as imperfections.

Yet, given the chance, you'd struggle to not do the same.

You have loved the imperfections of others, but hate imperfections of your own.

Despite knowing how ridiculous it is.

Illogical emotions.

But real emotions.

Anger, sadness, pain.

Most of all, deep in your heavy heart,

You are sick of reflecting on your reflection.

Thanks for reading.

Tom.