Best Insecurities Poems

(poem version/unedited - first look at my future writing projects)

Doors will open soon
Love is a hidden treasure
Doors will close...oh joy!
Ascend, self-esteem!
Lift me higher than the clouds
The clouds overhead
Hey? Give me your all!
Hit me with your best shot, man - - - 
We need to stand...

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Nobody's unbreakable here on this planet
So many times insecurity is our granite
We want to be happy but this disease traps us
And causes us to get upset and lose trust

We hurt the ones we care so much about 
And fear in our life that love is without
We...

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Don't be jealous of me 
it really hurts my heart 
be my friend, please
I desire not yours truly.

Stop, halt the sadness
put harsh faces in check
take a hold of gladness
keep the madness in the past.

I heard of friends leaving out the backdoor
when you come home from work through...

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If you see some ants, you will
A) trample them under your feet
B) feed them with leftover sweet
C) turn them into a yum treat
D) watch them catwalk down the street

If you see mosquitoes, you'll
A) swat them away with your hand
B) give them blood as they command
C)...

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I don’t have the pretty face,
A defined body nor a shape.
Im a mess and i tend to hate,
my own self for goodness sake.

Its not healthy i do this,
quite often, on daily.
Someday i wish i could stop,
the hate i give to my body

she is way better...

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I just keep faking it.
Smiling thinking I'm making it.
They all think I'm okay.
They all think I'm not insecure.
They don't know I'm dying inside.

The light they see through me,
Is not the same as i see through myself.
Even though I tell myself that I'm the most
beautiful girl...

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My insecurities, taunting me
With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs
Stirring up doubt inside, where 
I hide all the loose ends, the frailties
Little uncertainties, haunting me

With the assumptions, the assurance
I’m not good enough, never
Good enough – wise enough,
Kind enough – bright enough

Never will...

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Cages were not built for trying to hold onto a love you fear to lose

No matter how pretty they maybe covered gold and decorated leaves

Shining bright in filigree from within

Nobody wants to be locked up in a cage

So set them free and watch them fly...

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In the world of today girls feel the need to sexualize themselves. 
Social validation is more important to them than personal values, family, and getting good grades.
Makeup and skincare can be found in their online shopping carts—
replacing Christmas wish lists
along with clothes that are two...

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Is It Me?

Is it me, you’re looking for?
Or a love you had once before?
Is it me, or another?
Do you love me like no other?

Is it me, my darling love?
Am I your true love?
When your eyes close,
do you think of me?
Is it me, those lovely eyes...

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I am a dare-dreamer, a mask wearer
a soul bare-r (but not always my own); a word-weaver. 
I pull at thoughts like strings. Strings of cobwebs
and cirrus, frayed dungarees and threadbare memories 
until I warp and weft strings of thoughts into poems.
Sometimes I get caught in...

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They think I'm beautiful, stuck up and all that
but really
I'm just a woman with insecurities

I'm just a humble servant of God
Trying to find her way
Learning the lessons of life
Praying about her personal issues every day

Nobody knows what I go through
You think you do
You so busy...

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The question every broken being,
asks themselves...
Broken thoughts created by families
The families that sings 
the verse blood is thicker than water louder than artist in a studio...
While they kick you with the strongest boots
Kicking you so hard,
it goes straight to your heart.
Then the heart breaks,trust fades.
Then...

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Did it all matter, my tears on the broken toys, when I was 6? 
On my fights with that other girl who was supposedly my worst enemy, when I was 8?
Did it all matter, those comparisons on height and weight, when I was 12?
All of...

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A hermit without a shell is a
weak, pitiful creature.
It wonders alone for onlookers to
moisturise their naked skin with 
empty tears.
They feel no shame when mocked 
for their fetishized strife;
flagrantly flailing their flaking skin
to justify their tantrums.
The terror and turmoil that it sheds 
plagues even those...

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