Tightly Bound to Insecurity

My soul leaks pain in various colors of grey. Only a human could feel such intense insecurity and regret. Everytime I speak, I’m ignored in some shape or fashion. When I open my mouth, I try to use it for only good… but what even is good? Is good just a word people created to make themselves feel better? A more positive and accurate sounding word like, spectacular or unique should be used more frequently. Rather than the word “good.” Insecurity consumes me as I consume it.