Insecure

How one minute you can feel great about yourself. Then the next want to cry.

Why can’t I be like them?

Tan, blond, and small

Wearing short like its nothing

No insecurities at all

No braces on their teeth

Or cellulite on their bums

No jiggly calves or glasses

And a football player on their arm

 

Why can’t I like being me?

Why do I feel so different?

Why can’t I say I’m beautiful?

Without lying in my head

Like no one will ever love me

As if I were better off dead

 

Is this just a phase?

If I want it why can’t I change ?

God made you this way

Well than I guess he's to blame!

I have a brain

2 legs, ears, eyes, and arms

And a beating heart to top it all off

 

So why can’t that show?

What is beauty anyway?

Something in movies, television, or plays?

Why can’t I see myself as perfect the way I am?

I feel like crap for wanting to be like them

Author's Note

I made this in a couple of minutes and I never write poems unless forced so don't hate me if you don't like it. This is actually very personal, I was feeling it as I wrote it; it may not make sense to you, but it sure makes sense to me. I wrote it because at times I feel okay about myself but then I compare myself to others and the idea of beauty and I feel very insecure. Tell me what you think. Again I don't usually write poems.