Dear Insecurity

You don’t own me, 
I don’t know who does, 
but it sure as onions isn’t you. 
I didn’t invite you 
to this party, 
you can go home anytime now. 
You carved a smile 
into my rind, but I refuse 
to rot, I am not a pumpkin. 

I believed you, but I see now  
your lies led me in a maze,  
I’m finding the exit. 

You don’t own me, 
I’m writing my own story, 
and I own the rights, thanks.