These Insecurities

These insecurities cover me like those furry blankets that I’m allergic to.

They cause way more harm than good to my livelihood.

But I still cuddle with them at night-
How smart!

I take a benadryl everytime I feel the side effects.

I must not care much for my self-
Babysitting the very seed of my bad health.

And when it’s time to roll out of bed, specks of fur still hang on to me.
I can’t seem to shake them off.

I walk around with a chip on my shoulder, hoping one day someone would introduce me to cotton.

Maybe then I can find a different material to carry around-
These insecurities just aren’t the right ones.

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