I saw her and loved her,
the way she talks,
the way she looks
she was so pretty.But she was insecure
even though
she was prettier,
more mature and
kinder than me.I couldn't find
why she was insecure
and then i realized
that most won't notice
why I'm insecure.
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Love, insecurity and pain
PoetryA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...
Insecurity
I saw her and loved her,
the way she talks,
the way she looks
she was so pretty.But she was insecure
even though
she was prettier,
more mature and
kinder than me.I couldn't find
why she was insecure
and then i realized
that most won't notice
why I'm insecure.