"He's Just Insecure"(poem)

"He's Just Insecure"

 I have a very close friend. He is with me all the time. We share our thoughts pretty often, and we hang out a lot. Laugh together. Cry together. We are very much alike.

 

But there's one thing about him that I don't quite understand. I can tell that it pretty much affected him in a way.. Oh... I remember now... I got it. He's insecure.

 

Things that are just supposedly meant to be expressed.

Things that are just supposedly meant to be given.

Things that are just supposed to be normal to everyone, is not for him.

 

Instead of expressing. most of the time, he's trying to impress them.

Instead of giving them what they deserve, he folds like a soft, thick blanket, that absorbs all the heat, that can explode anytime.

 

Instead of living like a normal person, he is like from another planet that is being deported here on earth, that for some reason, is being disgusted by the day to day lives of human beings.

 

Instead of looking in his own light that will lead him to his highest calling.

He is out there stuck, complaining  and comparing his light to everybody else's.

He is out there stuck with his excuses and

And acting like a victim of how cruel the world is to him.

 

If there is a world that is being dominated by the things that I have mentioned. There's no question. My friend would be the ruler.

 

It's quite comforting. In away. Pointing out someone by their weaknesses, knowing why they act in that kind of a way. It feels like you belong.

 

Remember when I said my friend and I were pretty much alike? Well... Oh wait... My therapist is calling me, today is scheduled for our fifty-sixth therapy session. I gotta go.