Insecurities hit hard,

Harder than you think.

I feel sometimes,

That I've been pushed to the brink.

Ethnicities,

A word to describe your life.

I feel as though,

My problems from there are rife.

Sometimes my sister tells me,

You have the asian eye.

And I ask myself,

Is that truth or lies?

People can tell me,

My beauty is reflected in and out.

I don't hesitate to ask,

If my yearnings make me devout.

My friends tell me my voice is fine,

I still hear it somewhat high.

And I ask about their comments,

Is that truth or lies?

Insecurities hit hard,

Harder than you think.

I feel sometimes,

That I've been pushed to the brink.