Insecurities like ghosts haunt me,
That of the past,
That of the future,
Sucking the life out of the moment.
In clutches i'm put,
Release nowhere in sight.
So tight the shackles of fear,
Instilled so deep...
My skin is raw.
Even the moonbeam i'm scared to hold,
Fear the beam loses its shine.
But my only beacon of hope it is,
In this darkness of insecurity.

-Prats