It's the flaw you try in vain to cover up. It's the jealousy you have of others' perfections. It's the vice-like hold you have on it, never wanting anyone to know.

Insecurities run wild through us. They gander through your thoughts, gathering in crowds so they can gang up on you.

You never see it coming. Their sudden attacks

They pounce at your weakest moments, taking control of what's left of your mind. You are no longer you; you are your insecurities.

Your personality doesn't shine through anymore, insecurities have taken that too.

You are no longer your own person, constantly aware of others' perception of you. Trying in vain to change yourself to appease others, and failing.