I Hate My Insecurities

Every now and then, they come up. Gnawing at the heart. I try to run away from them, but can't. I try to destroy them, but too deep-seated, for a too long time. I know they are due to past childhood conditionings and experiences, but I'm helpless when those feelings are triggered due to something. Sometimes all it takes is a remark. Sometimes all it takes is a glance. I feel so small, so unworthy of anything. 'Never good enough', that's what those inner voices say. I'm my own worst enemy and I need to learn to be kind to myself and not judge myself too much or listen to those voices. Yet, easier said than done when you get stuck in the storm again and again, which leaves you feeling empty every time.