Control my insecurities

Why am I insecure?

Is it because I'm not the person I was before?

Could it be the way you hide me away,

Yet manage to make others feel special every day?

Is it because my life has changed in so many ways, 

Leaving me no time at all to the point I'm losing days? 

Maybe it's the pressure of what the media deems to be fit,

The ideology of their perfection, that possibly could be it?

Or is it when you acknowledge that their representation is true,

Captivated by her image, suggesting me, her and you?

I'm thinking that these thoughts, we're not created on their own, 

It's more than likely possible - you encouraged them to grow. 

The seeds you never planted , they've been here over time.

The insecurities that I have within, don't need no extra bait,

My demons I can handle , but heartbreak, I shall hate 

Going out of your way to break a broken heart , 

So you can try to fix them by tearing them apart. 

Smashing them to pieces with words they cannot hear

Filling up their head with the innocence of fear

Trying to control what once could not be tied 

Asphyxiation of emotion until what was left has died 

But women become stronger when they realise what is here 

The spirit of their inner self begins to reappear 

We are no longer 

Weak 

Mean girls - what a bunch of tits

So recently I created a post on Facebook which was directed to the stupid bitches who think they have the right to make somebody feel uncomfortable. 

This blog post may contain some foul language, as if you couldn't tell from the first sentence. 

What I have witnessed over the last few weeks is immature and disgusting at best. Here is an example - "I know, when she says hi I'll smile so it fakely, she will know we don't like her"

Let me stop you there love!

Instead of pretending to like someone in front of others so they don't see your true colours (that being the colours twat red and nob head green) Don't be a shit bag.  The best way to let someone know they're disliked is to tell them to their face and give them a genuine reason why. 

The majority of this bullying is jealousy. But what woman wants to admit they're jealous of another for a vain and selfish reason?

So next time you see me and 

I say " hi ", go and tell me to fuck myself to my face rather than behind my back! 

Winding somebody's partner up, but trying to come across like an angel - no love , you just come across as a slut. 

Seen this too many times , it's fucking surreal how many deluded people exist in this world. Openly flirting and pushing a line that shouldn't be crossed by being so upfront you are making it very clear that if he pressed your nose , your legs would fly open. 

It does get noticed, everyone knows what you're doing and slowly but surely , any respect that you had will be smashed into tiny fragments of hatred. 

There are more important things in this world that need our attention. Bullying someone in whatever form you chose. Wether it be winding someone up to pushing and shoving is a disgusting choice in life. Your head needs screwing back on and turned into the direction of perspective. If you get a kick out of upsetting somebody or making a person more insecure than they already are then you can fuck right off. 

Not only are you a tit , but you are a disease to the human race. 

Sort out your own insecurities instead of increasing the awareness of your chosen victim. 

And stop being a shit bag! 

Beatle Week Poem

The year of 2015 has been full of the best

With over 10 gigs each, bands prepared for the test. 

Losing their voices and drinking all night, 2am gig and yet still playing tight.

Shaking things up by mixing up bands

Guest singers and players from various lands 

Performing the albums spanning various years 

Hearing a song that can bring you to tears

Each of us following the "who's on and where?"

Dancing our socks off and shaking our hair 

Finding the band that we follow all around, 

Could be someone you fancy or it's simply their sound. 

Hangovers are normal and dealt with quite quick

There is no time on Beatle week for cleaning up sick 

A full English brekkie or a simple cold beer 

A hangover cure is constantly near

It's not all about drinking, live music or dance 

There's guest speakers and stalls , most definitely worth it if you get the chance 

Alone or with partner, family or friends 

No matter your status, you don't want it to end 

There's a magical feeling that flows through the air 

When We all get together for a love that we share 

Liverpool is my city , for this I am proud 

It gave us The Beatles

Let's shout it out loud 

But Beatle week is short , I'll miss all you guys 

It's amazing when drinking , how fast the time flies 

Another year over, and it's over too soon 

I'm off to dream land on a Beatle week moon 

I'll see you next year , don't let things feel too bleak

It's only 12 months away - goodbye Beatle week 

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