Some say about me directly onto my face
The unexpected cases where they express themselves
Too quickly to take their words back
Then talking about something else.
...
Everything felt new to me
Everything hard to control
Everything made me sad
I felt like I did not belong.
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Insecure
Among a crowd of people,
There I was ruining them
I was imperfect,
Too imperfect to be perfect.
I could feel their taunts
From their faces which show everything
Trying hard not to laugh at me,
Not to break me (well, they did)
I was insecure, very insecure
They were the people
Deciding about me, who I was
What I was and what I was capable of.
I let their opinions live
Letting myself to see that way
I was too young to realise that
I was not what they said.
No, I've not reached the top
Neither in a perfect place
But whenever they made me insecure
I was finding something that I was not waiting for.