So I've been meaning to write a poem about my insecurities
You know...
Those things that pull me down
And bring me up
That make me emotionally distraught

Those things that make me stare into the mirror at my eyes
And make me Wonder why God made this unfortunate prize
It's like feeling around in the dark
Waiting for beautiful to start

And all I keep hearing is
"You have to be secure with who you are..."
Something that I'm not.
Something that I'll never be
When I look into the mirror pretty is something I never see

So its become unreal to me,
This idea of beauty.
The blonde hair and blue eyes dont come naturally
And I know for a fact that I'm not so pretty
PHYSICALLY
but then I look deep down inside of me
And let me tell you what I see.

I see my exact definition of beauty
I see all my scars fading away
And I know my insecurities aren't here to stay
I soon see that I can bend and twist "not so pretty" to go my way.