Insecurities°~°~°

My insecurities getting the better of me,
I don’t expect you to understand.
It’s not an easy concept to grasp.
Yet so easy to me.
To look in the mirror of flaws.
Outsiders see something different of what I see,
Nothing looks good to me.
I need to change.
Something’s wrong.
I can’t help but not grasp the beauty.
A comparison is all it takes to bring me back down.
Down to what I never had,
A state of darkness.
And a feeling of being lonely.
No one sees what I see.
Yet I don’t see what anyone else sees.
Nothing is here.
There are better.
I am yet to discover my true self.
I don’t know who I am.
Nether does anyone else.
But as I sit here in the dark corner crying,
I feel as if I don’t belong.
My present is turning into my past,
Too fast for me to grasp.
Yet I am moving so slow.
I’m being left alone,
Can anyone hear my cries?
If you do, do you care?
That another insecure teenager is alone,
I don’t feel your comfort.
Just another reassuring that no one understands.