❝Imagine all the things that we could be
If we weren't controlled by our insecurity ❞

INSECURITIES

Being alone in the dark scares me
But do you know what scares me more?
My insecurities.

I am afraid of being myself
Afraid of being a misfit among everyone else
Afraid of never being good enough,
no matter how much I try
I'm afraid of that look in those eyes
Tried so hard to fit in the standards,
to hide all the flaws and imperfections
cause I didn't want to be judged
by others just for being different

Wore a hundred masks just to hide myself
To hide my scars, that the world gifted me
Still couldn't let go of my fears and set me free
Is it just me or does everyone do the same?
Thought this the way of life until
in my mind, this question came
Aren't all the flowers different?
yet they are beautiful in their own ways

Then why we humans always try to fit in other's shapes,
and feel insecure about our own selves?

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                               -07.08.2021