Let insecurities cover us all over and define our very soul.
No more make-ups to hide our flaws,
or the body shaper that we carefully conceal,
the strappy footwear hiding the Big feet;
no more hide-n-seek, telling people off because they piss us off,
no more pretended smiles, but hearts on sleeve;
no more playing the game of disintegrating volley ball, until nothing absolves.
Let's wear our flaws, let's hate passionately, love fiercely.
Let's let water be water, tell them that we love them;
rather let's tell them when we hate them
easier in this abysmal world, isn't?
Be polite even if we don't like, even if hurt, even if abused - just to not to be alone. Not any more
Swallow our feelings, don't confess to what we love, whom we love - just to not feel rejected. Not any more.
Just to not be out there and be shot down, yet again. Not any more.
Just to not find out about we bring a second choice. Not any more.
Just to not shatter the broken glass into sheards. Not any more.
Just to not find someone who might stand along despite the mess we think we are - if only we give them a chance.
If only we choose to wear our insecurities as our cloaks.
Oh what a colourful world would that be?