I’m insecure now.
I compare myself to others because I believe I’m not good enough as I am for others…
Others… I’m tired of “others”…
I’m sick of caring about what they think.
I don’t understand why I care so much.
I used to love myself more.
I was more confident.

I can’t help but think I was stronger then than I am now.
I have spoken to my best friend about it, I just don’t want to keep bringing it up…

My insecurities just won’t die.
They keep me up at night sometimes.
They play wicked games with my mind.
They take up space in my relationship.

I miss the old me.
I wish I didn’t care what you think…
My thoughts just torture me sometimes.
I wish none of it mattered.
I wish nothing mattered…