Insecurities
When I look in the mirror
Everything becomes clearer
Knowing that my flaws couldn't be nearer
I try my best to look past them
But I am no gem
Trying to compare myself to others
Which only makes me feel smothered
Perfection is only a figment
But I have a mission
To accept myself is a vision
And it's my decision
To envision a life without resentment
For myself
Put myself on the highest shelf
When people see me as pretty
I think,I don't need pity
It's a growing process
That I want to make myself flawless
I don't need make-up
Don't want to be a faker
I have to be my own me
so I can be free
I hold the key
Don't you see
Insecurities,Yes I have them
But I need to be isolated
To forget the world around me
And let the stereotypical be
There is no security
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