«boldness be my friend»

I sure do,
pay the price of solitude.
Being aware of my fears, more and more,
being antagonized by my own insecurance,
never just sure, never safe, never righteous.
One day I'll grow out of it... Maybe?
I don't think so 'cause I believe I need someone to make me feel I'm beautiful, not in the shallow way, no, in a way so that I can inhale it and feel worth of someone's love. And I'm not even talking passionate, I'm talking human...
But I can only find that peace once I become one with myself, and for that, I have now a shit load of new ghosts and scars I need to cherish and make my own first, so then I can grow from them...
My God be my friend...
on the times ahead, if I deserve...