Insecurities Grow

Why am I here? Others think and do But I am not like you What is it I should be? Cast out like a heathen Insecurities grow I can't let anyone know I can't let anyone know Then they Would really see… me Sit on my chest Crush my heart Make me confess No! I can't let that happen So, I stand Behind a rock That forged From my volcanic anger Molt and lava Which sludged From my mouth I stand Out here In the night In the heat Shivering inside Smell The rotting corpse of fear that has encrusted My soul My consciousness Has froze I know where to go I do not dare move So, I stand Behind this rock stare at this door I do not dare matter I will never Open this door One eye in the peephole the other On my frigid soul I refuse to let it go On its own