Insecurities Poem by Aidan Clevinger

I've finally got something going,
Things are beginning to clear.
There's someone now I care about,
Someone that I hold dear.

So I shouldn't feel this way,
I'm truly blessed, I know.
But old wounds are starting to open,
That familiar feeling's starting to show.

The sights that set my mind to churning,
The doubts that have always haunted.
The question ever-present on my lips,
'How could it be me she wanted? '

It's selfish and it's childish
To play this guessing game.
But my doubts are too deep-rooted,
So I'll play it just the same.

So I'm asking, Lord, what do I do?
My insecurities are so strong.
Am I right in having questions?
Or am I completely wrong?