Insecurities

They bleed

Will I, Should I, If I, Could I

Twist my mind by day

Race with it by night

How do I stop

This unstoppable thing

This weakness born of suffering

Neglect

At the hands of those

Who installed

These hypothetic and pathetic

Ticks

Of a clock that winds its way to doomsday

Will it, won’t it

Be my fault, my shame, my

Silly bleeding thoughts

Dripping, running, pooling

Insecurities