Hello my insecurities, when are you going to walk away
Let me be happy to be me, happy to have this body
When are you going to be let me free?
I hate those thoughts you make me think
I feel so sick sometimes, I wish I was not me.
I stand looking in the mirror, from my eyes to lips, to my head to my toes
I take it all in, and I realise this is me and I can’t escape me
I hate how you make me feel
Looking at myself I see all those flaws under and above my skin
You don’t stop at my skin
You go deep within your hands delving deep
Making me think I am not worth shit
Making me think I am not worthy and shouldn’t exist.
I am dying inside, and you keep going watching me crumble to my knees
When will you let me be free? Happy in this body that is me?
Insecurity, you seem to be hating on me, yet you are me!
Why can you not see insecurity you are a part of me
The body you mock is you, not just me
So, when are you going to let me free and happy for who I am?