I am observant and insecure.

I wonder how people perceive me.

I hear what others assign no value to.

I see actions often overlooked.

I want to know why my physical appearance worries me this much.

I am observant and insecure.

I pretend I’m comfortable in my own skin.

I feel as though I’m not enough.

I touch the clothes I would never wear.

I worry my keen senses are only out to get me.

I cry when what I notice upsets me.

I am observant and insecure.

I understand that being self-conscious is normal.

I say that all I take in doesn’t affect me.

I dream of the day I no longer feel such extreme self-doubt.

I try not to pay so much attention.

I hope to meet someone who feels the same way about being this attentive.

I am observant and insecure.