Insecure - By Kayla
Insecure is a deep bold red, like a furious glowing fire pit.
It looks like as if it was a strong unworthy tornado.
It sounds like a miserable lions roar.
It feels of a rough rock, as heavy as a bowling ball that could never be picked up.
It tastes extremely spicy as hot as lava.
Insecure is hiding in a dark place in a unstable building in someone's feelings. as its home.
Kia ora Kayla,
ReplyDeleteI love the descriptive words you’ve used in your poem when you think about the word insecure.
I remember doing these poems and loving the way you wrote - almost like you had a flow of creativity and couldn’t stop being amazing,
Maybe title your post so it’s easier for people to see your amazing work!