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 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?
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