Everyone's insecure. Yet how we strut!
You know, deep-inside, oh how you know how afraid you really are
Almost sure, looking surreptitiously for tell-tale signs, that she is just as scared, yet a perverse part of your mind eggs you, "Why would she be?"
Feeding on my private horrors
Am licking my old wounds.

..I never thought I was a masochist. Now I find an irresistible pleasure in my pain