#insecurities poems on Hello Poetry

Christian Jr Jul 2020

Every time I pick up my pen to write,
Maybe just a note about my strife and plights
These voices upstairs play this little game with my mind.
I don’t know what it is for sure but all came from within.
He’s slowly trying to take control
I get it!
And I’m kind of losing
I’m stuck in this hole
Of self pity
Of dismay
Drunk with frustration
I bit my pen
You want me to listen when there is nothing to learn
For being able to write,
Is this voices up here I get to earn?

I was even thinking of making a deal with these voices
Don’t blame me man,
I’m running out of choices
It says,
Hey Chris, take the pistol to pull that trigger
At least the pain will go away
Or take a seat and watch you slowly wither away
Either way, nothing changes
Maybe then my family would stand over me to mourn
Lying in a coffin like a stillborn
Probably smiling because these **** voices won
Don’t judge me,
You don’t know what and how my life is right now
Because all you go about doing is judging people around!
And I don’t need that
Go away if all you want to do is rant
These voices won’t just stop
Don’t add to it
Their screams and laughter makes me go crazy
And it’s okay to laugh at it

I just sigh whenever I hear them say
Hey Chris it is okay I understand
With all due respect, you don’t
You don’t hear the screams driving me to madness
You don’t feel the emptiness and its sadness
It is filling me up to the brim
Stop it man,
I barely dream!
You’re asking me if I had enough sleep last night
You aren’t even waking up at nights
Just because your nightmares won’t just stop being NIGHTRMARES
This empty big dark hole in me
This void that cannot be filled
I can’t even begin to explain
I lost track of what causes pain
Because literally everything does
Lord, please, send forth your rain
Maybe then I will be able to expel my pain
Either in tears or in screams
Let it rain!

You don’t feel the pain draining me little by little
Yes! I act like I’m okay
How else should I act?
Surely you don’t want to see the other side
Trust me it is worse than an eyesore
And it’s slowly breaking me till I can take no more

So,
Here I am sitting
Broken bones
Crippled till I’m less than a void
Confusion all up my sleeves
Beaten to a pulp
Tattered in rags

Looking up to Jesus
I wanted to pray
But it was too late
Soon I withered away

Another piece from Christian Jr

#themask #depression #bipolar #insecurities

Lupus- Jul 2020

Dissension

It's not good enough
They did it better
Why can't you be like that
You're not clever

               It seems people don't believe in me
               There's no future to see
               What I want can't be
               Because I'm incapable and I agree

     If that's what they think then we'll prove them wrong
     They'll regret what they thought of us all along
     We'll succeed and make them proud
     Smash their words to the ground

People liked them more
Why can't you do the same
You're not doing it right
You're a shame

               I guess I might
               But really not quite
               There's no need to fight
               They are right

     We won't listen to what they have to say
     We're unique in our own way
     We won't be like that, we'll be distinct
     We'll be better than what they expect

               Why do you believe so
               We're useless in every way you know
               We should just let it go
               We'll look like a fool putting on a show

     We should never give up no matter what
     In their words of hatred we won't get caught
     We'll definitely be putting on a performance
     But on how we started off at the bottom
     to being the definition of importance

Which voice inside your head will you listen to?

#sad #rhyme #pain #teen #insecurities #surrender #fight #pressure #inspiration

Raeann Jun 2020

Room

Good morning I say
To the closet door
I knock three times

A look into the void as it opens
I look at the shapes of clothing I'll never wear

Discusted
I Look at my reflection on the doors mirror

Prodding at poking at my insecurity
I close the door
I go to bed
Ill try again tommrow.

Feeling weird about myself

#insecurities

AE May 2020

The Dandelion

From the blooming dandelions
That grow in the gardens of the kindred soul
Is a peculiar dream
That with every yellow petal becomes
A wishful fly away
Within its colourless softness
Searching for new soil
To bury itself
And grow

But it’s the insignificant things
That weigh down the petals
Whenever they gather the willpower
To float towards a horizon
That divides the insecurities
And the biggest fears of the dreamer
So instead the petals become rain
That wash away the remnants
Of a scorching sun

And some time after
The water carries with it
The seed of the dandelion
And along a distant road
It grows once again
Waiting for another
To come set it free
So that it can carry those old ambitions
Back to one who’s still searching for courage
Along the horizon in their dreams

#dreams #ambitions #aspirations #insecurities #weakness #journey #hopes #wonders

AE May 2020

The Dandelion

From the blooming dandelions
That grow in the gardens of the kindred soul
Is a peculiar dream
That with every yellow petal becomes
A wishful fly away
Within its colourless softness
Searching for new soil
To bury itself
And grow

But it’s the insignificant things
That weigh down the petals
Whenever they gather the willpower
To float towards a horizon
That divides the insecurities
And the biggest fears
Of the one who wished upon them
So instead the petals become rain
That wash away the remnants
Of a scorching sun

And some time after
The water carries with it
The seed of the dandelion
And along a distant road
It grows once again
Waiting for another
To come set it free
So that it can carry those old ambitions
Back to one who’s still searching for courage
Along the horizon in their dreams

#insecurities #dreams #hopes #future #thoughts #ambitions #aspirations #time #moments

Emilie Vang May 2020

Moles

Black small things on my face.
They never seem to go away.
The only one with so much out of my sisters.
I can’t seem to tell if I’m different with all these whispers.
Let me tell you a little story.
A little story, I shall tell you.
Keep it hush.
Yes, please do.
Down to memory lane, let’s run this cue.
Once was a little girl, with six dots on her face.
Questions asked, so let’s cut to the chase.
“What are the dots on your face?”
“Why do you have so many?”
“Are they freckles?”
No. I don’t know. And, no.

Back to the top, now here we go.

Black small things on my face.
They never seem to go away.
The only one with so much out of my sisters.
I can’t seem to tell if I’m different with all these whispers.
But my mother can.
She meant no harm.
However, harm was all that was felt.
I know she just wanted me to be the same.
It really was a shame.
“There was too many” she heard and said.
Which left my self-confidence to dread.
Pick in, pick out.
The dots would continue to fall down.
But they’re a part of me.
They would come back and sprout.

I believe I’m okay now.
Like was stated before,
My mother meant no harm.
And I still love her very much as usual.
I believe she was doing her best.
And her best was the best.

#moles #insecurities #selflove

Anaïs May 2020

Open book

It’s the way my body looks in a mirror
my nose not small, not perfect
stretch marks splattered on my stomach
hips wide, fat on my tummy,
eyes not big, but brown and small,
Eyelashes short and lacking fullness
Never meant to be an Aphrodite

But it hurts more when I look at myself
not in a mirror, not in a photograph,
but more at my mind
the way it fills with anxious thoughts at the sight of men,
the way it constructs doubts and insecurities when I talk,

I’m an open book
But my pages are tinted with messy handwriting and crumbled parchment,
My words are muddled and chaotic and filled with every need to make myself a better person,

When I look into that mirror,
propped on a white wall,
I don’t see potential,
I see a flawed girl
trying always to be anything but herself

#insecurities #lost #lonely

Neissa May 2020

Mirroring

I walk the earth with the undying feeling of all my insecurities being engraved into my skin, beaming for everyone to see.

Every encounter with a human being i'm attacked by a deafening melody of inadequacy.

In a crowd my flaws inevitably come out, bounce off of every soul in the room and come back to burn my bones.

I am blinded by the reflection of my distorted self in every pair of eyes i come across.

Self consciousness - unpredictable, untamed, merciless - she shoots out of my brain, makes a trip around the world at the speed of light, comes back to stab me in the chest. Multiple times. I stand no chance.

I'm crippled. I'm vulnerable. I'm retreating behind my fragile little glass wall.

I'm trapped in my own hidy hole again.

I haven't even said "Hello" yet.

#selflove #insecurities #solitary #loner #interpersonal #relationship