Insecurities

It's how I usually feel when a girl is described by someone else in a perfect way.

I am ugly, unpleasant and hideous to one's sight
I am just a lyricist, a dreamer, and a playwright
I do not have the fairest skin nor the quickest mind
I am insecure and with my potential I am blind

I don't have the sparkliest eyes or the reddest lips
I don't have an angelic face or really curvy hips
I'm not like her, I can never stoop to her high level
I have this insecurities for I can never be better

I don't have the kindest heart or the sweetest voice
I don't know how to be refined, graceful or poised
I do not have the same delicate hands as hers
Insecurities, I hide them, not a word is uttered

I don't have the same qualities that I know she does
With the standards she has, I know I cannot pass
I am not as tall as her towering posture
These insecurities are reasons why I can't keep my composure

Unlike her, I seldom smile but am mostly serious
She's nice and kind-hearted while I am rebellious
She acts like a proper, good-mannered girl
While I am insecure 'cause she's like a precious pearl

I find these insecurities quite stupid and disturbing
For you say that I'm good and my looks are enchanting
I don't know what you've seen in this very plain soul
But you removed this insecurities, you are just so wonderful..

Author's Note

please be honest.