It must be hard Everyone wants a piece of you And yet you want no one Because you know they think you're just a piece of scum Something to be used, chewed and spat out Take all this attention Give in to the flattery and pseudo ascencion Or be on your own A partner is not a compulsory thing Not if they burn you out And make your soul no longer sing Your face can be full of ugly marks Of past life with its rough paths Or smooth like a newborn's hands That have touched nothing bad They see right through your skin And find their way within Those monsters there breathing, living Making you feel numb Yes, it must be hard To let the venom make a nest inside you "Insecurity calling here, let me book in" --------------------- Sometimes a single image can inspire a poem that takes a few minutes to write.
