insecurities are judged

how do we know where to begin,
and when to end things.
our own insecurities blanket us,
from within ourselves.
never having to leave ourselves for comfort.
some days i imagine this to be easier,
some days, in my dreams i imagine this to be easier.
over and over again
these tricks we play on ourselves.
in the end,
by ourselves...
shaken and barely breathing