Insecurities

Is it the social standards

Is it only the bad luck

Is it my past life wrong-doings

Is it my bad habit

Is it my genes

To be put in the blame?

Sometimes,

The confidence stands up

So brightly,

that it speaks out loud to the crowd

Also sometimes,

The insecurities are roaring

So loudly,

that I could hear my ears wailing

I lock myself up

In my room

not choosing to bloom

but to acknowledge the doom

Tonight,

I’m dwelling in my fears

In my tears

In my doubts

In my thoughts

I lost

to

my

Insecurities

–the girl who still try to accept herself

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Laras

Junior content writer in the IT industry, was a literature student. Write reflections, thoughts, poems in my free time.