“To look like her,” are my constant thoughts
no feeling like one to self can be topped
an internal war has been fought
time and time again, when will it stop?
Many feelings I’ve learned to suppress
Out of fear they’d know my deepest secrets
Insecurity, how shallow a thing
Yet ever more so real and existing
Affecting all, big and small
Even up until their their very fall
From size to health
Seemingly overwhelm
The minds of men and women alike
Why can’t we be like flowers in’t wild
Each in its own perfection
How beauty standards are a misconception
So tired of restricting myself
“Please let me be”
Life is nothing like fiction
Why can’t it that easy?
Adulting is not easy, let’s be clear
it seems to frequent occasional tears
One day I’ll be free
Free, from my own thoughts
That day I’ll be truly happy
But to get there I need to pray
So much I’ll one day let the world know
But as for now I’ll keep these thoughts on my phone
My last question for myself is this:
Why do I fear man so much
When I clearly don’t fear God enough
the truth in this