Insecurity lurks in the deepest part of you,
waiting until you are at your most vulnerable
before sinking its teeth into you.
For me, it’s when I get too comfortable;
blur the lines between my hopes and my reality.
I think If I repeat something enough,
it surely will become true with time.
That’s not always the case.
I try to love myself and make myself believe
That I am good enough and deserve to feel good
but that listen voice whispers in my ear,
when I’m at my peak; all alone:
“But actually you don’t.”
It’s poison keeps dripping, from sharp fangs.
The rolling rock gains momentum:
“You don’t deserve anything really.
You’re kidding yourself if you could ever believe
that you can ever be happy, find love, feel pleasure
because why on this earth would anyone ever choose you?”
Words can cut you worse than catching a falling blade.
You realize what you’ve done moments before
you feel the pain; see the blood.
Insecurities find ways to surprise you
and remind you that when you think you are at your strongest,
you’ve actually never been weaker.
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