Being Myself

Leaves me frigid and shaking,
Honesty’s got me quaking.
Letting it be known,
Cost me the throne.

A stranger’s eye,
That passes by.
Stings me in fear,
Drip a single tear.

Scared of your mind,
Abusive thoughts to find.
Give me a view,
At thoughts, brand new.

This is the price,
Social sacrifice.
Is it that hard to see?
That I’m just being me!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Insecurities are one of the worst things a person can suffer, because they follow us around and they always niggle at our minds telling us things we'd rather not hear.

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