The Open Canvas [Poetry]

Insecure

Am I good enough?
Can I really do it?
Am I even worthy?
Should I even try?
I think I might fail.

I want to believe I can,
But I always take a dive into the depths of my mind,
And the waves keeps pulling me under.
I am a prisoner to my own thoughts.
I am serving time.. death row I presume.
I want to get out.

I am being mocked by fear, doubt and anxiety.
They taunt me through and and through.

But without confidence,
I am twice defeated.

Do I look pretty enough?
What are people saying about me?
Do you love me for me?
Ugh...the stretch marks that are painted in place.
The acne that has made constillations on my face.
I think I need to put on a little more weight.
Are my breasts big enough, is my hips wide enough?
Living in a generation where body image seems to be everything.

The battle is being fought on a daily basis.
Some we have won, some we have lost.
I was held captive by the enemy,
I have lost count of the years.
I want to be free.
So I have planned my own escape
In search of reinforcement
Because even though I have lost some of the battles I will definately win the war.

I choose to win.
I have confidence, faith and belief by my side.
So insecurity, let the war begin.

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A/N: Yup we have all been here. A little confidence sprinkled with a little belief and acceptance can do the trick. So don't ever let your insecurity prevent you from being the best version of yourself and attainung your greatest potentional regardless of what you may be insecure about. 💋

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-Amanda ❤❤