Insecurities.

Something you have that you can’t help but dislike.

It may not always be something you can control,

Or something that you can fix.

Sometimes they make you anxious.

Sometimes they make you sad.

Sometimes there’s something about them,

that just makes you feel really bad.

It could be your stomach,

It could be your thighs.

It could be your smile,

Or it could be your eyes.

They come out of nowhere.

Sometimes in singles,

Other times in pairs. 

They come from words people talk; they even come in stares.

You may not like your insecurities.

And, opinions are opinions.

But just because you don’t like you,

Doesn’t mean others feel the same.

Insecurities are fatal.

And they will fall.

Just believe in yourself,

And love will come with it all.