These insecurities
form cracks in my soul,
scars from where they've lashed me.
They whisper
my apparent weaknesses,
jerking my head down
with the puppet strings
attached to me.
I have changed
into a meek little creature
I cannot recognize-
no one else recognizes me, either.
They groom me
and then
they break me down.
These insecurities
break me down
until I can no longer speak,
can no longer scream
the frustration froths inside of me,
ready to burst
like a geyser,
ready to BURN.
Chained down,
I look up
at the world
I am not confident enough
to be a part of.
I weep
but my tears are not visible
on the outside.
These insecurities
have stolen the best of me.

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