Sometimes,

I just want to cry.

Sometimes,

I just want to cut

The insecurities,

Plaguing my mind.

Right out of my skin,

Burn them in a pyre.

To watch in tear streaked awe,

The plumes of flames

Reach in caress

To the sky.

And there,

Scream.

Roar.

"I know!"

"I’m not strong enough."

"I know!"

"Take it back!"

"I know."

"I did not ask for it."

The sky would cloud,

The tears mixed with rain.

And I would be asked,

Why not take the gift I’m given…

While I drown in my own weakness

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