Insecure Poem by Neha K Manoj

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.