Insecurity They hold hands, mine at my side. They take walks, I stroll alone. They talk and laugh, I reminisce of good days. They go out and live life, I wish life's end. Always they think about eachother, aimless thoughts fill my head. Future and aspirations are their's, regrets and underachievements mine. I envy, they are close. They kiss, I cringe. They experience life together, I, alone.