Insecurity

By Shreya

This huge demonic tree 

no plant grows underneath

no hope is left to be 

nor a twig of faith to breathe 

Planted it unaware

or out of shear envy

by my own my very own

from whom I came to be 

Fed by doubts

and watered by anxiety 

extends its branch to extremity,

this blood thirsty insecurity

By Shreya