LOVE and LOST

New Insecurities

Insecurities speak in quiet lies,

through doubting hearts and searching eyes

they point at flaws, enlarge each scar,

and make us question who we are.

But beneath the fear, beneath the pain,

there’s still a self that will remain

worthy, whole, and softly true,

even on days you cannot see it in you.

-What You Did

Pieces of me changed when you left

not only my heart,

but the quiet confidence

I once carried without thinking.

Now I question things

I never questioned before

the sound of my laugh,

the softness of my body,

the way I love too deeply,

the parts of me I once offered freely

without fear of rejection.

I stand before mirrors

and search for what was missing,

wondering what part of me

was not enough to make you stay

as if leaving must mean I lacked something

worth holding onto.

Now every silence feels personal,

every distance feels familiar,

every unanswered message

awakens old wounds

I did not know we’re still open.

I carry new insecurities

like invisible bruises

tender places beneath the skin

where heartbreak still lingers,

quietly whispering doubts

into places that once held certainty.

And healing, I am learning,

is not only mending a broken heart

it is teaching yourself

that someone leaving

does not make you

less worthy of being loved.

-Change

Somewhere along the way,

I started believing

who I am is not enough

that I must trim away pieces of myself,

reshape my edges, quiet my heart,

be less emotional, less complicated,

less me.

I study myself like a problem to solve,

searching for what needs fixing—l

what made love leave,

what made others pull away,

what part of me keeps feeling

too much or not enough at all.

So I wear new versions of myself,

hoping one will finally fit

the world better than I do now

hoping if I become easier to hold,

easier to understand,

easier to love,

I will stop feeling so replaceable.

But beneath all that wanting to change

is a quieter truth

I do not really want to become someone else.

I just want to feel worthy

as I am.

-Disguise

I changed my face to fit their eyes,

chased borrowed beauty, worn disguise

reshaped myself to earn their praise,

and lost my reflection in the haze.

I gave away what made me true,

to become what others wanted to view

until I learned applause can fade,

but living as a stranger

is the deepest price we pay.