Jealousy
Such a fickle feeling
But it creeps inside of me
And it festers
It grows
A small thought
A little nothing in the back of my head
And I suddenly
Worry for nights on end
Insecurity
Such a looming feeling
It chokes me
And it burns
It makes me think
About how I am weightless
Nothing to hold me down
No one wants me
They are parallels.
They go hand in hand.
They have crept back in.
Because I have someone to lose.
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Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
