I lay in bed,
My comforter over my eyes,
Trying not to cry.Forced to stare at photos,
Of my nose and forehead,
Why I came to bed.Gone and afraid,
Wishing to curl in a little ball,
Not wanting to be on call.But here I am,
I've made this my own choice,
Afraid to raise my voice.Longing for confidence
A need to feel self-secured
But instead I'm a little ball called insecure.
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