Damn Insensitivity

Insensitivity

runs through his veins;

Insecurity

dwells on my mind;

Why can’t I be so happy?

Why can’t he be aware of me?

Is it because of my simplicity?

my stupidity?

Insecurity.. insecurity…

It’s killing me.

His insensitivity’s stabbing me forcefully.

Is he insensitive?

Maybe yes;

For him, I am just ordinary.

Such a pity!

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