I know that insecurity isn't pretty,
heather leather
heather leather
Jul 12, 2014      Jul 13, 2014

I know that insecurity isn't pretty,
which is how I also know that I'm not beautiful

I don't even know. I saw a poem on how a lot of girls fake insecurity to ask for attention and I agree that it's wrong; but then I thought what about the girls who are actually insecure? So...yeah. Am I explaining myself right? No? Oh well, I almost never do.
Heather Valvano
Heather Valvano
Aug 2, 2014

I don't let flowers bloom because I'm scared of weeds.

#10w   #insecurity  
Jude
Jude
Apr 27      Apr 28

You used to course
through my veins before I knew it.
Seeping into every part of me.
I knew only to succumb....
Like a drug taking over against all will.

Now you have found a way to become
an entity that sits before me.
Staring me down in hopes of success.
Oh what a joy to be able to
stare back and simply walk away.

Insecurity isn't an attention seeking excuse.
Abi Moss
Aug 2, 2014      Aug 4, 2014

Insecurity isn't an attention seeking excuse.
Its something we do without noticing and other people get concerned..
I don't understand.

Everyone takes insecurity the wrong way. And it bugs me.
#alone   #help   #insecurity  
Gabriel J Arsante
Gabriel J Arsante
May 11, 2014      May 12, 2014

All of you were my whole existence
My life line – my sanity
You didn't know my inner world
I may have spoken of dancing
Wanting to stand on mountain tops
You put me high on a golden pedestal
“You can do anything!” you said with admiration
I wasn't the one you believed me to be
I wasn't your savior or your superhero
Inside my fears were magnifying
Like a bubble that would burst
A ticking time bomb
Nothing to hold on to
Rolling down hill
Faster and faster
Scratches, cuts and bruises
Black and blue
Broken bones
Mutilated
Inside and out
Desperation
Insanity
F
E
A
R
I was never coming back
but I am still here
Again
...terrified you won’t like me anymore...

Ok, so all of my (bad) poetry is based on my life... feelings I've had or have... this is just one of them
Jackeline Chacon
Jackeline Chacon
Aug 10, 2014

You say you love me

But I know you like her

And you still wonder why

I live so deeply insecure

#self   #sad   #depressed   #insecure   #ugly   #angry   #mad   #low   #insecurity   #esteem  
And there is no greater insecurity
Amy Bells
Amy Bells
Jun 10      Jun 10

Excuse me for my hurt,
I know you mean well,
And you want to inspire,
And uplift me,
But language is a fickle art.
One that can make the difference,
Composing tone and the words themselves.
And there is no greater insecurity
Than the one called Me.

Since the very beginning,
I have been openly listening,
Engaging in thoughtful discussion -
The subject of You, the percussion.
I immediately spotted possible repercussions.
I wanted, and I still do,
To know your essence,
But healthy exchanges
Involve equality,
And I don't want to be left hanging,
Feeling like I'm lesser.

I crave knowing the rest of your essence,
But have you no interest
In knowing the same?
Are our minds connected
Of the same fibers
Or are we what we weave,
Being different in how we perceive,
A lifetime of individual strings?

The only Person I should keep in my life,
Making me feel inferior and uninteresting,
Is Me -
And I shall escape that fate,
With unconditional love, and positivity.

I am deeply interested,
In knowing MySelf, loving MySelf,
And to You, who has shown limited interest
In simply knowing me,
You, I choose as a direction of my Purity,
You, unaltered and true,
You, and Me, Alone -

It all, once again,
Always begins with You.

Just a midnight emotional release.
 
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