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People here make me insecure The way they know what they want, they ooze confidence and money Laughing loudly I laugh with them, pretending But my throat tightens and my stomach hurts Because I don't belong How could I ever belong? Technically, I belong I'm in the center of the it group All the most popular, most successful people It's an honor for me to be there Yet, when I'm with them, I feel like l'm less Surely I don't belong I don't want to belong Because under the shiny confident covers I know they're insecure I know P has body dismorphia and has attachment issues I know B is insecure, of his arms and the way he doesn't truly feel like he belongs Or maybe he does now, I wouldn't know I know F only dates ******** because she doesn't think she deserves better I don't know the rest of them well, but if I did manage to get closer, and peel down the layers of walls they have I think I know what l'd find Inside of all of them, all of us is a scared, insecure child Because at the end of the day, we are children Most of us, anyways There are people who don't make me feel bad though S, D, T sometimes, I never feel like I'm less than them for studying less For not knowing yet, who I am and who Im becoming
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
People, people
People here make me insecure The way they know what they want, they ooze confidence and money Laughing loudly I laugh with them, pretending But my throat tightens and my stomach hurts Because I don't belong How could I ever belong? Technically, I belong I'm in the center of the it group All the most popular, most successful people It's an honor for me to be there Yet, when I'm with them, I feel like l'm less Surely I don't belong I don't want to belong Because under the shiny confident covers I know they're insecure I know P has body dismorphia and has attachment issues I know B is insecure, of his arms and the way he doesn't truly feel like he belongs Or maybe he does now, I wouldn't know I know F only dates ******** because she doesn't think she deserves better I don't know the rest of them well, but if I did manage to get closer, and peel down the layers of walls they have I think I know what l'd find Inside of all of them, all of us is a scared, insecure child Because at the end of the day, we are children Most of us, anyways There are people who don't make me feel bad though S, D, T sometimes, I never feel like I'm less than them for studying less For not knowing yet, who I am and who Im becoming
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16/F/head in the clouds
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
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