Insecurity Poems
My Love, a Dove
by ella v
You are my warm sun-ray on a gloomy January day
You are my rush of dopamine when all I feel is hopelessness
You’ve stayed despite the things I say You are a gentle stream littered with soft pink lotuses
You could have better
But you chose me
I feel light as a feather
Floating through the sea
Do you feel gratified?
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marianne
by Mackenzie Smith
isolated in self-doubt,
relishing the pain of insecurity,
at least i feel something.
indulging nicotine,
like a bladed fidget,
just to escape.
fleeing from freedom,
refuge in the familiar toxicity.
scared to fight for myself,
because what if the voice is right,
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She
by Urmila Singh
Deep down inside she has still not accepted ,
that guys would never look at her
the way they look at GIRLS.
Those girls with the eyes ,with the hair
with the nose
This is not something that was an option ,it wasn’t something she chose .
She consoled her friend when her friend was insecure ,
like some girl who has it all figured out
But no one knows that insecurity is something she has never lived without .
Its not enough ,her friends calling her pretty ,
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They know
by Aletheia Tinea
The eyes stare and creep out of the sockets, leap from the skulls. They fall to the floor, slime and goo running down the slouching cheeks from the black void abysses. The eyes still stare. Spring tiny feet, arachnids’ feet. Slowly, disjointedly crawling, slime trails behind them, towards me. All the colours, creeping closer, reaching for me. I run into a corner, close my lids, receding into myself, folding into where everything is dark, and nothing can reach. The shadows trick me into peeking. I look through my hair; one blue eye has reached my foot. Rooted, I want to squish it, but my will freezes and the screams scratch and rip my insides and tear my throat and pull apart my vocal chords but still the little blue eye creeps and crawls and climbs my leg with its furry little spider legs and it reaches my shoulder and whispers
I know
and the slime and goo slide up my cheek and the legs push my eye rolling it back into my head and the little blue eye climbs in the socket looking into my brain seeing everything and hating the ugliness almost as much as i do
Pearl Of The Night
by Shreeja Banerjee
A maiden gazed upon the glass,
A vision of herself, alas.
Her eyes, like diamonds, sparkled bright,
Reflecting back a wondrous sight.
Her tears, like pearls, began to fall,
A precious sight, both grand and small.
Her beauty shone, a moon above,
A pearl of night, a symbol of love.
Why, maiden, art thou so unkind,
To judge thyself, so harsh of mind?
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Pearl Of The Night
by Shreeja Banerjee
A maiden gazed upon the glass,
A vision of herself, alas.
Her eyes, like diamonds, sparkled bright,
Reflecting back a wondrous sight.
Her tears, like pearls, began to fall,
A precious sight, both grand and small.
Her beauty shone, a moon above,
A pearl of night, a symbol of love.
Why, maiden, art thou so unkind,
To judge thyself, so harsh of mind?
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My Love, a Dove
by ella v
You are my warm sun-ray on a gloomy January day
You are my rush of dopamine when all I feel is hopelessness
You’ve stayed despite the things I say You are a gentle stream littered with soft pink lotuses
You could have better
But you chose me
I feel light as a feather
Floating through the sea
Do you feel gratified?
......
Navigating Insecurity Safely
by Christen Kuikoua
Embrace your insecurities with grace,
Yet, don't let them dictate your pace.
They're shadows that may come and go,
But never allow them to diminish your glow.
It's fine not always to be on the peak,
Cool and collected, a demeanor unique.
Value the journey, not just the goal,
Secure your insecurities, make them your soul.
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Liberosis
by Yareli Rodriguez
If only I didn’t care.
I didn’t care how my hair looked that day, how clear my skin was, how bloated I was, how white my teeth looked, how puffy my cheeks were or how dark my eye bags looked.
If only I didn’t care if what I wore looked nice, if my pants made my bottom look good, if my shirt made me look fat, if my backpack looked cheap, if my shoes looked clean and new, if my jewelry didn’t look tacky, or if my glasses sat right on my nose.
If only I didn’t care when my laugh was too loud, when I talked too much or too little, when I said something weird, when I was awkward, when I said something embarrassing, when I walked weird or when no one cared what I said.
I didn’t care if people looked at me weird, mocked me, if they thought I was annoying, thought I was easy, thought I was crazy, thought I was smart, thought I was dumb, thought I was boring or too much
If only I didn’t care I had no skill, didn’t know how to play an instrument, or sing, or play a sport, or be good at word games, or board games, or video games, or organizing, or drawing, or crafting, or how I can’t ride a bike or whistle.
If only I didn’t care.
Just be free.
Not care.
Not care about tomorrow.
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Out in the Middle
by S. Taylor Chew
My lever keeps getting lower
Pushing it down
Day by day
I’d say I could try and get over
Pushing myself
Out of the way
I think I’m just scared
So I start staying busy
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