Teetering On The Edge Of Insecurity Poem by hidden poet

I'm teetering on the Edge of Insecurity.
I remember when I knew that I was beautiful.
I remember when I was confident and strong.

Now I feel myself slipping;
I'm unsure.
I fear I need someone else to tell me who I am.
I catch myself thinking that I want others to accept me-
that if someone would just tell me that I'm beautiful I'd be ok.
That I would believe them and be myself again.

I've been down that road before.
I know that happiness doesn't originate out there.
No matter who tells me what,
it won't matter until I know it for myself; from myself.

I know that if I got my reassurance from others I would become a parasite.
I would constantly need that reassurance from them;
they would become my life support and I would drain them.
I know that I wouldn't believe them-whether they meant it or not.
I would be a victim of insecurity, rather than its master.

If I know that-
why am I still teetering on the Edge of Insecurity?