“Don’t smile. You’re not pretty enough. Don’t go out. You’re style’s no good.”
I’m here to feed your addiction: your addiction to shun yourself from the world! I crave to let you be a miserable girl. My negative energy only feeds off your fear. So I become stronger every time you shed an insecure tear. I will fall back if you were to stand up. I observe and know your potential. When you shout and try to escape, I’m forced to shut up. But I’m a pessimist to your glory and joy. I will not let you succeed. I’d much rather watch you die slow while I drown in laughter as you bleed. I’m on this journey to the top, but you’re a pestering obstacle and you just interrupt. Haven’t you figured out who I am yet? I’m cruel, deceiving, and very corrupt. I’m your enemy…..Insecurity! :)
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