Insecurities by Becca
Fighting off my insecurities all day.
Afraid of what everyone else might say.
It hurts so much, I can’t explain.
Trying to hide all my pain.
So my clothes aren’t the latest style,
my hair doesn’t sit perfectly in place.
You learn not to care after awhile,
treading on these things is such a waste.
I can’t do all the things you do.
That for some reason are deemed important.
Sports may not be put before my IQ.
To pick up that bat I am reluctant.
Not popular with a million friends
that wouldn’t be there when I need them.
Mess up once can’t make amends.
What does it take to please them.
Fighting off my insecurities all day.
Afraid of what everyone else might say.
It hurts so much, I can’t explain.
Trying to hide all my inner pain.
Huddled in back amongst the socially elite.
Wishing for someone I knew.
Everything screaming against defeat,
Refusing to admit it’s true.
You call me names I don’t deserve,
as I’m not branded within those cliques.
Taking some time for acquaintanceship unheard
of.
Why were they the ones the world picked?
You’ll never understand
where we’re coming from.
Needed to take command,
We’ll make it through some
day.
Fighting off my insecurities all day.
Afraid of what everyone else might say.
It hurts so much, I can’t explain.
Trying to hide all my mental pain.
Cringing because I have a voice.
Ringing through all the plastic.
Yet still I do not have a choice.
The ones who do something drastic.
You shrug and wonder why
people do such dreadful things.
Not knowing, yeah you can get by
not realizing it’s you that brings
sadness
The first to agree with all I say.
And nod in sympathy.
Yet here I wander day by day
immersed in misery.
Fighting off my insecurities all day.
Afraid of what everyone else might say.
It hurts so much, I can’t explain.
Trying to hide all my anguished pain.