My Insecurities

My insecurities they eat

me up inside.

They sometimes make me

wish I would of just died. 

My insecurities they just

take over my life.

They are the reason I 

started using that knife. 

My insecurities I believe will

never go away.

They are too strong of feelings

no matter what you say. 

My insecurities are what 

stops me from being me.

They make me really

hate what I see.

My insecurities make me

hate myself.

They make me go insane 

and want to get help.

My insecurities they make me

want to run and hide.

They sometimes make people 

think I'm full of pride.

My insecurities are what keeps

me from getting out.

They are the reason I

scream and I shout.

My insecurities are what

drives me insane.

They are the reason I

mostly feel pain.

My insecurities weirdly 

keep me strong.

They are surprisingly what

keeps me moving along.

My insecurities are the reason

I am who I am today.

They may in the future

make your day.