Tag: Insecurities

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Seeking Yourself First (Poem)

I met a girl,

Confused and afraid, 

She had insecurities of her own,

The most beautiful woman I met,

Yet she couldn’t see it herself,

So she went looking elsewhere.

She was always looking for love,

In all the wrong places, 

Thought she would meet a man,

Then all would fall into place.

She came in and out of her relationships,

Her dignity solely on her man, 

And when she looked into her eyes, 

She loathed herself,

And couldn’t say, I love you as you are.

She went looking for mr right, 

None of them filled the void, 

Man after man,

Only reinforced, what was lurking inside.

Then on one lonely Saturday, 

Feeling confused and lost,

She went by the lake, 

Wanting to be alone.

She said, 

Out of mere frustrations!

God!

I’ve dated every man on this planet, 

Yet I cannot find one, that loves me back, 

Every guy treats me like trash.

God said, love is a reflection of who you are,

They only mirror your thoughts,

So next time, seek yourself,  

And Mr right will only 

Reaffirm how you felt.

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The Optimist and the Pessimist

What difference can you make if you’re feeling resentment and anger for every poor choice you have made throughout this lifetime? Resentment and anger never uplifts. What difference can you make if you loved yourself despite your imperfections and if you knew God loved you regardless of where you currently stand? Humanity doesn’t want to listen to someone who’s constantly beaten down by life. Humanity needs encouragement and compassion. There’s enough naysayers in the world, hence, the world needs more optimistic people. The world needs more people who appreciate themselves and love God despite their imperfections. It needs people who still want to create positive change regardless of where they currently stand. Danny G.

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Your True Source is You (Poem)

We live our lives,

Depending on others,

To make us happy,

Because deep down,

We feel scared and frail,

And need approval,

From other souls.

We search for approval,

Through everyone but we,

Because the moment

Someone values what,

We cannot conceive,

We want more,

To escape the longing,

Inside our soul.

The longing becomes unbearable,

Each time we need approval,

We seek outside ourselves,

To bring only, what we can.

We don’t get to the source,

Which is our soul,

If we simply listen,

The answer is within,

The essential calling,

Of our soul.

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Letting Go (Poem)

As before I was searching for meaning,

Through others and approval.

I can’t fathom the belittling,

Through friends,

And peers.

The teacher who would be constantly 

On my case.

About not listening,

And being spaced out,

All day.

Too serious and in my head.

As he made comments,

And mockery,

Without end.

I hated school,

Got mostly Cs,

Just to say I was passing.

Too busy in my own world,

Of music, horse-play,

And band gigs.

Although the words still ring,

Loudly in my ears,

About being stupid and socially weird,

And busy in my own world,

Of depression and fear of my own.

As I contemplate,

The journey and the steep hill,

My resurrection from the pit,

Of disguise and depression,

My self-made misery

Of despair.

Though others simply mirrored back

What I felt.

As I reflect,

On the mountain,

And the dangers,

Of the storm.

It all shaped who I am,

As I molded the clay,

Revived myself from the pit,

Sought myself,

And the divine,

And let go of the past.

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The Soul and the Ego (Poem)

She is insecure.

Although on the outside,

She’s the life of the party,

That everyone loves.

An outgoing personality, 

Attractive and provocative,

She stops at nothing, 

And can get any guy she wants.

However, 

Inside she feels,

Afraid and Uneasy, 

So she puts on an act, 

To avoid revealing herself.

Hiding beneath true feelings, 

In an attempt to portray herself,

Normally among the rest.

She is afraid,

To acknowledge him,

To admit she admires him.

For he doesn’t seem her type,

So she puts on a disguise,

And puts on a show,

Because what matters to her most,

Is her ego, and not her soul.

Although on the outside,

She appears to be happy,

Inside she feels empty and lonely,

Fickle and relentless,

Always trying to avoid, 

The negative chatter and her voice.

So she puts him on hold,

Because what matters to her most is her ego,

And not her soul.

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The Rat Race (Poem)

Competition is your best friend.

Living in expense and luxury, 

Buying expensive diamonds,

And toys you don’t use, 

To convince others, 

Of your value beneath insecurities.

You created your own competition,

Out of jealousy and greed, 

To prove that you’re worthy, 

You forgot what it means,

To live a life internally. 

You’re so focused on the outside,

That you forgot the true meaning, 

Of success and happiness, 

Beneath true feelings.

Deep down, you’re scared and frail,

So you prove yourself, 

Through things, 

Toys and a diamond ring.

The bigger the truck, 

The price tag on the front,

Creates the status. 

A price on our very lives.

Why has luxury,

Reigned over debts.

Giving ourselves all sorts of stress.

To impress someone who doesn’t care.

Let’s focus on ourselves, 

Through the infinite self.

Let the divine bring us light,

And peace amongst the darkest nights.

A presence,

That money, people or things cannot bring.

We’re all on a journey from upbringing,

Competing with ourselves,

For our own expansion, 

The evolution of our soul.

There’s no competition, 

Other than self-imposed.