Insecurites

I wish I was stronger,
I wish I wasn't as weak,
I wish I didn't have questions of which I can't really speak.

The past is the past,
In my life it seems,
Futures depend on the past, or is that just me?

It's inside me somewhere,
I feel it from my chest,
Do I ask do I not, I'm not sure which is best.

Why am I like this
I ask myself at night,
This is childish and whatnot, am I not right?

Does it matter,
To most probably not,
But in my stomach lurking there is a mighty knot.

Get over it?
Get on with my life?
I really do wish I could, believe me I have tried.