Just a random poem i wrote a while ago. It's not really good but please comment
Insecurity
The sound of it
In-
Secure-
Meaning
Not secure
Of whom we are?
Of our existence?
Our purpose?
Or just the bridge over the chasm
Between childhood
And adulthood.
Is it because we
Are just coming out
Peeping & peeking
Sneaking a look
Under that invisible cloak
Of childhood
Which once
Protected our innocence
Ignorance, oblivious bliss.
Peeking out at the seven sins
Greed, lust, sloth, envy, gluttony, wrath, pride
Experiencing it
Tasting it
Like a lick of morning dew
On fresh leaves.
We start with tentative baby steps
Leaving out on tippy toes
Gaining momentum we start to run
And crash in our sports cars
The need for speed drives us
Past logic and caution.
From the distorted views
Of happiness
The illusion of
Drugs, sex and wealth
That brings a sure recipe of despair
Some of us fall on our road there
Society blaming us
The ones who made us so,
We rush through that bridge
A road which takes six years
Becomes only three.
Anticipating the promise of independency.
We step on the pedal to get us there.
Shouldn’t we look around first
And enjoy the cruise instead?
So we take one last look back
At the lost girl left behind.
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