These almond eyes, have held the insecurities of the world. Wondering why my iris's weren't the shades of his or hers. In the banks of my mind. The imagine of ugly, is me. Can someone really love me if my skin was bare. Ignore the fact that my bones stick out like the skinny trees that get cut down. Or that the scars on my arms were made by the ones closest to my heart. They tell me that I can not be this or that Put me in crutches so I can't stand on my own. But when it comes time for me to leave. I will hear the world breathe. and feel its breeze carry me away from my insecurities.