It surprised me recently to discover that there are a lot of women in this world, who appear to be insecure in one way, or another. This has totally baffled me, as I have always believed ladies to be confident about their looks, possessing a professional business acumen, knowing exactly what they want from Life, and being so independent.
But it has since occured to me that there are a majority of peole in this world, who despite their stunning good looks, or varied skills and abilities, do sadly look upon themselves in a negative way, and have a lower self esteem. I pondered why this could happen, and I thought up one reason which could have that effect on an individual. And that reason was bullying!
So, I wrote ‘Insecure’, to tell the story of such a girl, who is treated badly, and picked upon by the other girls. It is viewed through the eyes of a close friend, and seen from their perspective.
I hope this poem will empower others, to believe in themselves more, and to not listen to idle gossip from the people, who have no real value in their lives, who are holding them back. Remember, we all are beautiful and special, in our own ways!
Insecure by Paul Featherstone
You wipe the tears from your eyes,
and paint on a different face,
To disguise the fact your hurting,
As you hold yourself with grace,
It’s so hard for you, to forget!
All the cruel things they said,
Their venom cut you deep inside,
It messed around, with your head.
The other girls called you ugly,
But their proof is so waffle thin,
They are just false and superficial,
Real beauty – Comes from within!
If you break free of your self doubt,
Look in the mirror, you would see,
Their words have no truth to them,
It is nothing more, than jealousy.
I’ve seen the way they treat you,
As though, you’re dirt on their shoe!
Acting like you are their best friend,
While they are stepping over you,
Spreading their lies and gossip,
Causing misery along their path,
Leaving you to pick up the pieces,
Left behind from the aftermath.
Too long you’ve been a prisoner!
With no way of escape in sight,
If you are backed into a corner,
The only option left is to fight,
What is it like to be their puppet?
Is it not time, you took a stand,
Those girls are using you, my friend,
You have to take things into hand!
When I saw you, the other day,
How you made me feel so proud,
No longer hiding in the shadows,
Instead, you stood out in a crowd,
You are not afraid to be yourself,
Comfortable – In your own skin!
You’ve turned your Life around,
With your new attitude to win.
Before, you felt such a loser,
You were, so reserved and shy,
Now you shine, with confidence!
Walking tall, with head held high,
You are no longer their victim,
For the haters have had their day,
You look towards a brighter future,
Knowing things are going to be ok!