Insecurities!
these days
he smokes insecurities
like an addiction.
The smoke drifting around him
forms a blurry hue
forbidding him to see
a clear picture.
Pity!
it’s nothing but pity
that’s what his heart utters
for himself
every time he engulfs into the last smolder.
Noise!
he listens to every last part of
the sound inside his head
turn into noise;
a constant and ugly reminder
of his failure
screaming its lungs out.
“Is it that tough?
to be your own hero?
to dust all the insecurities off
your shoulder?
to replace self-pity
with love for self?
to listen to the noise
as a music
tranquil enough to
play it in a repeat mode "
- he wonders.
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