This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UC Berkeley chapter.
She’s insecure, but not as fly as Issa.
She’ll hit you with the “nice to meet ya,”
But in her head she’s thinking: “I don’t need ya!”
That’s the insecurity.
From one frog to the other,
She’s losing hope she’ll ever find love like her mother.
Waiting for the moment she can feel her heart flutter
But instead it feels like rubber.
Why is she so insecure?
She looks in the mirror while she speaks
To make sure there’s nothing in her teeth,
Just in case someone looks at her funny when they meet.
Even if it’s a trip down the street,
She needs to feel secure.
Insecurity is a sickness and there is no cure.