Being pulled a million different directions,
Feeling guilty for not overcoming my imperfections,
Trying to please everyone who is around me,
Becoming frustrated when that reality will never be.

Worrying about the way I look, bringing myself to tears,
Hiding away from everything so I don’t have to face my fears,
Making myself be silent about all I am feeling in my heart,
Living afraid if I tell someone I wouldn’t know where to start.

Letting others take advantage of me and not saying a thing,
Thinking myself lower than others, allowing it in my mind ring,
All of this comes down to one thing I know is there,
It is insecurity, one of Satan’s many snares.

10-15-02