Insecure Poem by Kish Jane

All love her, they used me
A face of Aphrodite shined over her
I was cursed with ugly Cruella Devil
Overwhelmed is she, I was insecure

Accompanying her was a delight
Looking at me was a disaster
Treated me more than trash
Anger was dominant than love

Understanding them kills me
Angel was depraved, devil was just born
She was loved by everyone
But I never did and will never will

Insecurities became more rude
I slowly chopped her into pieces that beauty can never hold her anymore
Letting her feel the pain
Looking at her suffering gives the real meaning of victory.