Insecurities by Becca
Fighting off my insecurities all day.
Afraid of what everyone else might say.
It hurts so much, I can�t explain.
Trying to hide all my pain.
So my clothes aren�t the latest style,
my hair doesn�t sit perfectly in place.
You learn not to care after awhile,
treading on these things is such a waste.
I can�t do all the things you do.
That for some reason are deemed important.
Sports may not be put before my IQ.
To pick up that bat I am reluctant.
Not popular with a million friends
that wouldn�t be there when I need them.
Mess up once can�t make amends.
What does it take to please them.
Fighting off my insecurities all day.
Afraid of what everyone else might say.
It hurts so much, I can�t explain.
Trying to hide all my inner pain.
Huddled in back amongst the socially elite.
Wishing for someone I knew.
Everything screaming against defeat,
Refusing to admit it�s true.
You call me names I don�t deserve,
as I�m not branded within those cliques.
Taking some time for acquaintanceship unheard
of.
Why were they the ones the world picked?
You�ll never understand
where we�re coming from.
Needed to take command,
We�ll make it through some
day.
Fighting off my insecurities all day.
Afraid of what everyone else might say.
It hurts so much, I can�t explain.
Trying to hide all my mental pain.
Cringing because I have a voice.
Ringing through all the plastic.
Yet still I do not have a choice.
The ones who do something drastic.
You shrug and wonder why
people do such dreadful things.
Not knowing, yeah you can get by
not realizing it�s you that brings
sadness
The first to agree with all I say.
And nod in sympathy.
Yet here I wander day by day
immersed in misery.
Fighting off my insecurities all day.
Afraid of what everyone else might say.
It hurts so much, I can�t explain.
Trying to hide all my anguished pain.