Insecurities Poem Novels & Stories

He showed her his inner turmoil, his guilt, his rage, the pain, and the insecurity. “Don’t let me fall, Emerson.”

Thе fасt thаt I’m thinking іt is evidence оf nоthіng mоrе than my insecurity. Mоrе thаn that thоugh, іt tells mе I’m fаllіng for hеr, аnd ѕhе mаttеrѕ. I trу thе hоtеl rооm again. Thеrе’ѕ still no аnѕwеr. It’ѕ tіmе for me tо gеt up and lеt thіѕ go.

I asked her. She looked at me, "no.. it is not like that. I mean , are you sure you want me to move in with you?" She asked. I nodded my head, "I have never been so sure. Why?" I asked her. "It just... you know since we started dating I have always been insecure. Cause to be compared to you. Me myself is so left behind.." she started. I looked at her. She has always been insecure about her life. Since I first started to date her. She even said no 3 times. Cause she is scared people will say that she's only with me cause of the money. Which is I already said that I don't care, cause I know she's not like that. But it is still lingering in her mind.

, he points at me, “Don't you realize what a paradox your life is? All this security you're giving her is pure fear! Fear that she'll go away and not come back! You've fallen for the scammer and now all you have to do is protect her from yourself, who doesn't even know where this is going.” “Oh, fuck off, Maurice. You only open your mouth to talk shit and meddle where you don't belong. I don't want her to go anywhere. I just don't want her to get hurt anymore.” “You may not see it, but you're already doing it”, he gets up from his chair, “Call Thierry if you need to get out of jail. I'm busy today.” That's what he says before he leaves. I clench my fists in anger, as the door closes. I pick

And now I was crumbling. The worst part? I hadn’t even realized how much I had let him in. Now I had thoughts I never wanted. Questions I never asked before. Did I seem clingy? Was I just a good fuck? Did he like me or not? I hated it. New insecurities spread like a plague, and I had no cure. I tried to turn it off, but I couldn't. I felt like panicking. What if my mother could hurt me now? What if her words were all it took to bring me to the brink?

He’s still hot and I still get jealous. With my legs crossed, I lean back into the seat, my head turned to the side as I gaze out of the window beside me. I cross my arms tightly around me, hugging myself as I surrender to my most detrimental quality: insecurity. I fucking hate this. “Are you really doing this again, Elysian?” Cade’s voice cuts through the quiet, annoyance lacing his tone. Again? I grit my teeth, turning to glare at him, “Am I really doing what again, Cade?”

“Fine, fine. I’m sorry for that… outburst, okay? I’m not exactly in my best mood today, but I know I shouldn’t have fought you. I know you’re weary of your work, isn’t it? I just… I feel insecure…” Eric raised his head to gaze into her eyes. “Insecure? My bank cards are in your hands; you know the pin to every single one of them. I let you use them however you like, and man, did you do that without feeling even a little bit embarrassed. Meanwhile, all I do every day is work and stay at home. You? You’re either chilling at home or spending my money. Where’s the sense of insecurity supposed to come from? Listen, I’m over my guys-just-wanna-have-fun age; all I want right now is a family and a c

I whisper to myself. And just like that, my insecurities ruin my giddy mood.

What do I have to offer but a comforting routine and a predictable love? This internal monologue was exhausting. It drained my energy, leaving me feeling hollow and depleted. I found it harder to focus on my work, on my friends, on anything that didn't revolve around this newfound insecurity. The world seemed to shrink, its boundaries defined by Earnest’s attention and Victoria’s perceived perfection. I would sit across from him at dinner, nodding along to his stories, my mind miles away, replaying imagined scenarios, dissecting perceived slights, and constructing elaborate justifications for why I was ultimately destined to lose him.

The two of us stare at each other for long moments, before I decide I can't wait any longer. I tilt her head with my hand on her chin and take possession of her mouth again. It won't take much and I'll be addicted to this girl. Addicted in a way I've never been before. I'll think about her all the time, and I'll want her with me. I'll want to make this work, and I'm afraid if we don't make it work it will decimate me. Saying those words aloud aren't an option, so I keep them locked away in the recesses of my brain where those insecurities we don't want to tell other people about hide. I hope that these insecurities never rise to the surface.