insecurities overflow my head
throughout every inch of my bones, my limbs, my skin
my past haunts me on this never ending race i wish to win
to feel beautiful
to be beautiful
to have someone see me in ways i wish i could see myself
untarnished
untainted

it's always easier to hear the negative
for the truth, the real truth, and nothing but the truth..
goes in one ear and easily out the other

i don't choose to feel this way
i don't think any girl/woman ever chooses to
with the curves at places they shouldn't be in
with the burning touches from foreign hands in places they shouldn't go
with the breakdown of your soul, and tears, and screams only you can hear
reaching out for help
reaching out to be free
reaching out to be saved
but no one ever knows the pain
and no one ever understands the truth behind why insecurities happen