Depression is,
when you smile
and laugh,
and say you're okay,
when something is wrong.
Because you don't want anyone to know.
Except you do it everyday.
And that "wrong" thing,
is the very skin
you live in.
It's your mind
that keeps you up at 1 am
whispering non-stop,
all the things wrong with you,
and your life,
even when things seem great.
It's the little voice in your head,
that compares you to everyone you see.

Loneliness is,
the feeling you get
in a room full of people,
you don't know.
Only that room,
is full of your friends.
And your mind tells you
that no one wants you to be there.
And there's this constant itch,
in the back of your head
and  it makes you feel like
a burden,
an annoyance.
Like an outcast,
like you simply don't belong.
And it's something you feel often.

Insecurity isn't
thinking you look bad
every now and then.
It's thinking you look terrible.
Thinking everything you wear,
doesn't look right.
It's comparing yourself to everyone
and wishing you looked more like them
and less like yourself.
It's wishing you didn't
Have to live in your skin
Or your own mind.
Because you live your life thinking,
The grass is greener on the other side.