Insecure

Insecure

I get insecure. Sometimes.

I don’t know how to look you in the eye.

Days go by where I just want to lie in my bed and hide.

Tell me,

Are we all just suffering inside?

Please let me know I’m not alone in my struggles.

I get nervous, I get anxious.

But around me, everyone else seems so normal.

I get frustrated with myself,

That I don’t know how to relax.

I feel constantly on edge, as if someone’s ready to attack.

When really the only attacker is me.

My guard is up way too much, my arsenal is at the ready.

Say the wrong words to me and it’s venom spitted at you strong and heavy.

I’m not proud.

I wish I wasn’t so defensive.

I wish I wasn’t so offensive.

I wish insecurities where just a thing of the imagination.

Maybe the line above is our biggest lesson.