To be or not to be…

To be or not to be,
What kind of question is that?
A question I ask myself all the time.
To be or not to be,
 me.
To accept me, for all of me.
 But it’s so hard to do so, especially if you have the world on your shoulders.
When you feel as if nothing you do is counted for.
Insecure, about your life.
“Am I going down the right path?”
“Am I wearing the right clothes?”
It’s hard when everyone around you seem so successful and happy with life.
You’re alive how could you feel such a way?
Well, I’m insecure when you brag and I can’t do the same,
When you boast about how many trips you take
What car you drive, what kind of money you make
How your mom and dad give you every thing
I’m insecure because I can’t say the same.
Though we were taught not to worry about others
“Because the grass ain’t always greener on the other side”,
I still wonder.
 I then begin to see, that this is only because you’re as insecure as me,
That all of the physical matters over shadow the fact that you may be as miserable as I seem.
I notice this because that was me; I was the bully of insecurity.
I forced myself to force others to recognize their flaws because I saw mines, I hated them.
I over came this and now I was the victim
So, I smile, because I’ve become content with myself.
 I’ve grown to notice how grateful I should be.
I’m here, breathing, college degree, home, friends, family who supports me to the best of their abilities.
Nothing can beat that, not you, not your car or your money.
Most importantly, I’m me.
Even with all the insecurities,
 I strive to be the best me.
Do yourself a favor, because you deserve it.
Look insecurity in the eyes,
Tell them that you embrace them,
That without them there’s no you.
Be happy. You’ll be set free.