poem 3 (VENT)

I can't even feel good with myself

cause there's always a way to hurt me

indirectly or directly, no matters.

I feel even worse when you look at me,

I try to hide in my egocentrism,

and that make me forget

that I'm an insecure.

Insecure of my voice,

of my face, 

of my body

and my legs.

Insecure of being forgetten, 

being used,

being mad

or being stupid.

'Cause you always look better,

prettier,

smarter,

nicer

and... good at everything, I guess.

I'd love to forget about myself, 

about my being,

about my look,

about my way.

Forget where I'm going, 

forget that my feet even exist,

forget my head with my brain.

And forget you.

I want to forget your face,

Forget your body, 

Forget your way,

Forget your are.

I will cry if I still have to continue seeing you.