It's the way I feel about me
Tangled up in everything that I see
Trapped by my own insecurities
Hard to be set free
Do you notice the huge pimple on my forehead?
Or is it just huge to me?
Do you see what I see?
Ugly.
The bags under my eyes
Or do you even realize?
They're there because I was up all night
Worrying about what people think of me
Because I never feel like enough
But I guess that just another one of my insecurities
Sure, you may not see these
But its a part of me
The part that will leave
You have them too
Who doesnt?
Its okay though
Because I think you're beautiful
Whether you do or not
Which you probably don't
And that's because insecurities take over us
