Insecurities.
They eat at me.
Pick me apart like I'm a delicious treat.
I try to see.
The good parts of me.
And love myself.
In my totality.
But these insecurities.
Keep creeping up on me.
I wish they'd leave me be.
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I Wrote This At Midnight
ŞiirI Wrote This At Midnight is a collection of poems I have and will write, that were most likely written late at night (or just feel very chaotic). As always, thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy :) Warning: The poems included are not censored...
