Best Insecurity Poems
People treat me like dirt with
Judged envy, but I stand with
Confidence.
People called my beauty
Ugly of jealously, but I still
Stand with Confidence.
People whisper of my features,
But I still stand with confidence.
A parent tells the truth of my physicals.
She made I stand up.
Someone smiled at me today
To that someone I smiled back
Have to say it felt real good
Felt like something understood
Took me out of my dismay
Brought my senses back on track
Watched as she walked down the street
Thought it would be nice to meet
Up I stood and walked away
Confident I had the knack
I walked slow and felt so cool
Nicer contrast to the fool
It’s amazing how this works
How a smile transforms us berkes
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 be sure enough
Can’t imagine being pure enough
No, I know I’ll never be enough
I know I’m not enough,
But, still I want the joy, the love
That comes from sharing my life
Without someone I love,
Someone who will understand,
The wonder of a friend,
The tenderness of a man,
It must be God’s plan…
Because He gave me someone to love
Someone who is sure, makes me feel secure,
Comforts and encourages, soothes away
My doubts, the darkness, the past –
Lifts me out of the clouds that blot out
My dreams, my faith, my hope
He quiets ever tear, all the fear
With the promise that He is here
Always, throughout it all, through every year…
My knight in shining armor – and, I love him so – love him so much more
Don’t want to
Send dem
DM’s
Cuz
Once transmitted
The red thread
Burns
Only stronger
A dayad
Growing stronger
When it already is
When we face
The truth
Let it in
Let the light in
Want to speak
When it’s time
The dusk
Stroked with
Blush roses
Cream primroses
Then
Have a partake
In my story
My insecurities
My noir
My truth
I know
The night
Etching in
The light
Waving it in
Embracing
The moonlight
I know
It was just one glance
He was instantly captured
Already anticpating the next
He sees her insecurities, innocence
All he wants to do is save her
To love and protect her as his
I was a nerd when I was a kid
No doubt about it I was shy and skinny
I never seemed to really fit in
When it came to friends I didn't have many
I was as shy as anyone could be
The awkward kid who sucked her thumb
Full of so much insecurity
I hated school, thought I was dumb
The thumb sucking gave me an ugly overbite
As if it wasn't bad enough
So I got braces to get my teeth right
Then I really looked rough
As I got older I made more friends
That didn't do much for my hatred of school
I would miss again and again
I hated having to follow rules
I hated each and every class
My mind would be a million miles away
My mama was afraid that I wouldn't pass
She talked to me but I had nothing to say
As the years went on it only got worse
My hatred for it was at an all time high
I felt like school was an evil curse
To get out of going I would tell any lie
I couldn't come up with a good reason to go
I felt stupid in class and I made bad grades
I didn't fit in there, I wanted to be alone
I was a nerd who didn't even make A's
There were a lot of things holding me back
I was so very awkward and shy
There were so many qualities I thought I lacked
I just wanted to throw my hands up and cry
I would get so irritated
I wanted to be away from there
Believe it or not I graduated
but I actually still have school nightmares
As I got older I felt better about me
The shyness faded and my looks improved
There wasn't nearly the pressure you see
I was noticed more and often pursued
I got married and found my place
Everything started working out
It moved at a pretty slow pace
but never the less it was better...no doubt
I now have everything I could ask for
A great life, great job and a pretty great guy
Opportunity is knocking down my door
I feel like I could sometimes even fly
So I'm extremely happy that I didn't fail
Glad that I wasn't all that cool
The moral of this little tale
Some people peak in high school
What comes later is often sad to see
We see it time and again
They're not where you thought they would be
They aren't even where they were then
It is a chronic disease
that eats away at my soul
as my weakened mind
allows it to creep into the
crevices of my brain.
It destroys the skin
on my hands and face,
picking at it until it bleeds,
leaving open sores
and patches of raw flesh
that scab over
only to be torn open again.
It infiltrates my
defense mechanisms,
distorting perception
until my sense of rationality
dangerously melts into
irrational territory.
I unknowingly cross over
into a place where my thoughts
become mutated in the thick saturation
of insecurity,
and the contents of my brain
slowly begin to liquify.
Once there was me in an old blue shirt,
He noticed me when I got so much dirt.
I was imperfectly looking great in my own grace,
You are so perfect enough to stain my timid place.
I’m flawlessly high and you’re so not
Are you insecure because you’re a rugged knot?
I'm seeing your face with your troop of skanks,
You throw hard rocks on me when I'm at your back.
Faking your smile is little bit horrendous,
Making you novel is incredibly tremendous.
I'm deliberately well and you're trying it hard,
You're just insecure because you can never be a bard.
Hit the ground when you saw my imperfection,
You missed respect and want a strong insurrection.
I’m not stooping down into your shallowness,
Playing your foolish games is not my happiness.
How can an evil look so angelic when he’s in crowd?
He’s insecure you know because he can never be so loud.
It’s infamy when he says he’s everything,
I just know the score that he was only cheating.
You portray a gruesome look on your face,
I’m not frightened to hit it using with my white shoe lace,
Have you realized that we’re not on the same page?
Stop such insecurity because it will be your useless sage.
A whirlwind of pity,
a loss of pride,
Extreme insecurity,
bound to my side.
A mountain of emotion,
a puddle of hope,
fear entwined,
no way to cope.
A complete disaster,
impossible to fix,
love and hate,
an impressible mix.
Remarkable outcome,
unspoken words,
actions shout,
no sound heard.
An editor of Twig, I was
The least accomplished one.
I hadn’t taken art for years
Like most of them had done.
The “Head-itor” took care of most
Responsibilities.
She gave us fifty pages each.
Back then, I was at ease.
The moment that I started spreads,
I found myself quite stuck.
I looked through older yearbooks, but
I wasn’t quite in luck.
Some photos looked a bit washed out,
And fonts were not much better.
With ruthless eyes, I scrutinized
Each page down to the letter.
“Oh crap!” I said, forgetting that
I’d come for inspiration.
I feared my spreads would be assessed
With equal condemnation.
I searched non-stop for perfect fonts,
Spent hours on grayscaling,
I hadn’t finished half my work,
But deadlines were approaching.
“That’s it!” I said, “That’s quite enough,
You’re being such a child.
Creative insecurity
Made lateness yours go wild .”
And thus I pledged to cast away
My green mentality.
I forced myself to believe once more.
In my ability.
This incident made me become
A Carol two-point-oh
Who’s confident in all she does
And lollygags no more.
As I looked in your eyes,
I saw a tiny flicker
As a small piece of your love for me
Died deep within you
A flicker so small
You barely gave it notice,
But it blazed like the sun
As it seared my heart
I felt my soul shiver
As if your precious gift
Was pulled from body
A sickening wave of despair
Passes through me
As I realize your love for me
Will no longer be whole
My heart is left broken
And bleeding with regret,
Unable to mend the wound
That has been inflicted.
Will time heal the damage?
Or will I have to suffer
A slow painful death
As the fire within you
Slowly dies out,
As your once loving arms
Releases it embrace on my soul.
Shall I continue to fan the flames
That I see still burning inside you,
Or does the fuel for my love
No longer have the capacity to sustain it?
I think I shall just close my eyes
And let fate run its course.
in the lonely foot steps of
the dying forest we
walk on naked
feet, dews of
the green leaves
spread and inf-
ect our faili-
ng minds
fire works in the occipitals
heart breaking wailing
of distant trees ,we
are swimming in
the lake of our
insecurity
Get out of your head...
Muffle that lying, doubting voice
In your head
Turn off that voice of defeatism
Screaming into your ear
So loudly you grow
Gradually deaf
And you're bamboozled
Into believing your best
Isn't good enough, because it is!
Never believe you're unlovable
Because you are, in every way
No, you're not weak.
You're the opposite!
You're not worthless;
You're a precious jewel.
Reject that inner voice
Telling you you're destined
To fail...
at happiness,
at relationships,
at building your dreams,
at anything....
It couldn't be further from the truth!
Mute the voice of insecurity
In your head, lest it forms
A growing crack that becomes
An irreparable fissure
On your psyche.
Get out of your head...
Date written: 01/11/2019
I can see the world spinning way out of control
Drugs among the teens is really taking its toll
It’s all about the liquor beverages deep in the fold
What about the times when these kids dreamt and had goals?
Now they got that stench of weed stuck in their clothes
Molly stuck in their throat with a dick in their mouth
Abortion in disguise all these young girls riding out
No pride,
It seems as if there’s nothing inside
Many nights I stare at my wall
I fight back tears
Wondering what’s wrong with our beautiful young women,
No directions in need of love and affection
Lack parental blessings with a real life lesson
They all losing they soul
As I said in the 1st line
I can see the world spinning way out of control.
These girls so hungry,
It’s anyone guess,
Have to be taught to aim higher than less,
They all want to be like Miley Cyrus,
A virus,
Affecting their vision like a pirate,
Coming off as a whore who’s a tyrant,
We are in trouble!
They are so lost, ring the sirens!
While I pray in silence,
God, I’m a dial your number,
To help me overcome this frustrating blunder,
Too many precious queens and princesses to lose,
I’m confused while burning my fuse
Trying to figure out what it is to live in their shoes.
I got many views concerning this matter,
Just want to see our young women in good manner,
Want to see how they can climb and see their minds get fatter,
Do away with that useless chatter,
Leave the assholes and get their masters,
Achieve that first then see who can match you,
I bet none of them can,
They’ll take off quicker than a getaway van,
You don’t want a scrub but someone who really cares,
You have all the power use it positively wherever you can.
Here
Behind
This wall
Awaiting
Rescue
From safety
Held
Dearly
In Vain