I, the wound of unworthiness
was born out of distorted love
put into action
generation after generation.
Time and time again
I built a home in broken hearts
claimed the sharpest piece as my own
and inflicted pain on the softest parts of souls
just to leave them empty and engulfed
in a fog of illusive protection.
You see in order to fester, I wrap myself in safety
and wear it as a disguise that pleases
the unawakened human eye-
a lot of people don’t notice me because of that.
I’m a wound that doesn’t take risks,
a wound that avoids new beginnings,
a wound that asks for constant reassurance
none of it.