They cling to you like pollens,
But they are the seeds,
Seeds of mental illness,
Seeds of no self relianceThey bloom into flowers,
If you let them grow,
But they are the weeds,
Namely called 'insecurities'If they grow even further,
They cause anxiety,
You start to judge yourself,
There's no peaceYou'd be lying if you say,
That you have none,
There's no way
Each one of us has someBut to kill them before they grow,
That my friend,
Is what we all need to learnEmbrace the awkward,
Learn to be yourself,
If someone judges you,
Don't give a damnAnd if they threaten to overtake you,
Bury your insecurities,
Bury them down Hades,
A route to never visit againJust like burying the dead,
Gives life to something new,
Your buried insecurity,
Will give birth to a new YOUWhat made you weak in the past,
Will now be your strength,
But only after,
You accept every version of youOnly after,
You accept your flaws and welcome them,
Will you be able to
Bury your insecurities,
Let go of your insecurities,
And truly love yourself~𝖯𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅
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Summary-
This poem is based on the fact that each one of us has some insecurities which we can't deny. We can just accept them and move on. It's because our flaws truly make us ourselves and a more beautiful version instead of our plastic version. The main moto behind writing this poem is, "Bury your insecurities to give birth to a new and a better you, to a more confident you."

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