Mar 2 • General discussion
Insecurity
Insecurity
You weren’t born with insecurities—
they were passed on like a disease.
A quiet one,
spread with subtle ease.
Someone mocked you when you were young—
you made that agreement,
and now you and it are one.
Got a hundred degrees,
but still don’t feel like you
have the expertise.
That’s insecurity.
Still feel like that child
told to be seen, not heard.
People‑please to feel secure.
Someone told you you weren’t enough.
Now you’re not yourself—
just the mask you think they want to see.
That’s insecurity.
Pick yourself and others apart—
that’s just the start.
Need power over others?
Because you have none within.
Make someone feel small or blue,
’Cause you never healed you,
and now you’ve passed on those insecurities too.
We scroll and compare,
measure our worth
by who might care.
But to compare just isn’t fair—
we’re all on our own journey here.
Would you dare to
put your bad times
on your timeline?
They’re just chasing likes
like lifelines.
We measure our value
in others’ eyes.
If they don’t pay your bills— or lay with you at night
why would their opinion be in your sight?
Rewrite your history,
you’ve outgrown who you used to be.
Free your spirit,
clear your head.
Stop the competing,
the overthink—
you’ll find your peace,
and a quiet mind,
before you blink.
by Rosalind P.Steed
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