Insecurities

Is it me against the world,
Or just me versus my insecurities?
Are my alterations sick to you?
Well, somehow they are curing me.
Once puberty started, I got sicker and sicker,
And once you and me started, my ribcage got thicker and thicker.
To be beautiful, in my eyes instead of in yours,
Would mean to me what God thinks of his whole wide world.
Oh to have the beauty of a venusian but still shine like the Apollo I am!
But in this game, I find myself losin, time and time again.
Unhappy with the mirror all the time,
But still charmed by the crystal clear of your eyes.
And free like a bird, so I can't be tied down,
Clip my wings? Then fuck flying and this cage, ill just climb out.
My eyes look depressed,
My ego has sunk low,
How many lives left?
I hope I'm a young soul.
Tortured by the thought that this could be my last life,
And of just resting in Brahma for the rest of all time.
But worse,
Is without knowing.
Still it hurts,
To see me going,
And remembering that I was only me, and no one else.
But knowing next, I could be anyone else? That helps.

Copyright-K.O.I.