Owning My Insecurities and Inferiorities
From Reeling to Healing!
Reeling internally I am
Realising the bad I am
This is not a sad pathetic moan
This is not a pity party poem
It is just the honest truth
It is better to not be aloof
I'd rather wear my insecurities
I'd rather wear my inferiorities
Somedays I find myself feeling black
Somedays I find myself out of whack
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Then, I remember, I'm just a man
Then, I remind myself I'm no superman
The relief I feel at that understanding
The relief coursing through me is outstanding
Ignore the pressures the world places on me
Ignore the pressures that come with a fee
Work through my insecurities
Work through my inferiorities
For me, just me, myself and I
For me, not some other woman or guy
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Like many people, I make things harder than they need to be
Like many people, I blow things out of proportion, you see
Taking time to realise I'm not just bad or evil
Taking time to remember I'm more than just a weevil
Helps me get through the pressures, helps me face the real me
Helps me get through the pressures, helps me become who I should be
Grab hold of my insecurities
Grab hold of my inferiorities
It's all me, all individual me, just trying
It's all me, whether I'm laughing and crying
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Paul Stewart
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Spot on Paul. You are not alone. 🥰
Another classic Paul poem... But this one has a good strong underlying message. Good job!!!
I loved this line, “ Like many people, I make things harder than they need to be”… that’s me, oh yes! That is me 🫠 Wonderful, relatable poem. Thank you! ❤️
That's the thing about humans, none of us are perfect. Loved your poem!
I love how you don't shy away from sharing your thoughts and feelings. This was a great piece!! And these lines really stood out to me, 'The relief I feel at that understanding. The relief coursing through me is outstanding'. Wonderful work, my friend :)
💯❤️Great work❗
I love how you manage to throw some bits of funny into even your more serious works. I always enjoy your insights!
Absolutely! Well done. :)
I really like how you own you insecurities while also reminding yourself of the positives and realities of being human. Definitely not a pity party. Great piece. Well done, buddy.