So consumed by my own fear and doubt
Everything he says and does pointing to a
Lack of loving me
Fulfilled not at all as I thought to be in this marriage
Caught it seems in a quicksand trap
One into which I can feel myself rapidly sinking
Not as carefree as I used to be
I drown in sorrow that I am just a freak who will never measure up
Damned by my own insecurity
Everyday I hurt more and more
Never believed life and love could go this very wrong
Captured his heart then I gained weight and shame
Endless shame when his finger points at me in blame
I cry all the time now
Seems sometimes as if I'll never stop
Searching but still have't found a solution to my woes
Useless I'm starting to think to even try
Evil thoughts grip and take hold
Should I or should't I be the ulimate coward?
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Facing oneself with facts though bitter. Beautiful poem. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments and ratings