When insecurity lives inside of you it doesn’t just go away
it festers and blooms, it prepares to stay
Not an achievement, nor a truth
can cure the erasure of self
Insecurity is a perversion and its onslaught won’t be shelved
regardless of reality, perception reigns supreme
the idea of who you are…the lack of your esteem
you can’t shake insecurity…it seeps into your being.
You try anyway.
Does everyone else pretend?
Does everyone else know?
Are you the only one who can’t get their shit together?
Or are they putting on a show?
It’s really quite irrelevant.
It doesn’t affect your plight.
Why bother with these questions
That provide little to no insight?
Why compare yourself to strangers
Who know nothing about your life?
Why continue to feed your insecurity
And augment your inner strife?
The point is to question, the point is to doubt
The point, I guess is to feign greatness while internally you shout
internally you suffer, individual and alone
but as a mass our tears fill an ocean and we drown singularly like a sinking stone…
Maybe they don’t have it figured out, maybe you do
Perhaps they’re going through the motions, perhaps they’re lost too
But failing to express your struggle…
That doesn’t help anyone.
That doesn’t help you.