Insecurities

Insecurities
The world is ripe with them
Even the confident are riddled
Images of perfection
Swim before our eyes
Do’s and don’t's
Pressed onto us
By society
Every aspect of ourselves
Come with a magnitude
Of doubts
Endless lists
Of how we all should be
Contradictions
Add to the worry
Who likes what?
How should I be
And who with?
The mirror is misted
With words of encouragement
Counter balanced
With criticism
Tit for tat
A long since forgotten rule
They have an image
An unattainable mould
One made of rubber
To be stretched
To their way of thinking
Which differs from day to day
The human soul
Is ravenous
For acceptance
But the hardest place to find that
Is within ourselves
The voices of others
Turns to white noise
It presses in
On all sides
Echoing our own thoughts
We never understand
The fundamental fact
That behind every pair
Of eyes we gaze into
Are the same worries
Same doubts
That hide behind our own
Tear the perfect picture
To pieces
Clear the mirror
Of the mist
Scream the white noise
To silence
And accept your insecurities
Your imperfections
They are what makes you
You
And they are what
Draws people to you
Because they see themselves
In you

 

The freak within

October 7, 2013

 

By lisa298