An Insecurity

the way she
puts the foundation
on her face
and puffs powder
on her cheeks
and paints her lips
with that stick
and sprays
her hair like
a pesticide

i think i know now
what anxiety turning
into a full blown depression
really means

but i will not be speaking any word
somehow i do not wish to give
the impression that for now
i already know how to
relate to the falling of
a world.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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