The Voice No One Knows [On Hold]

**The Voice of Insecurity**

In the hushed shadows where whispers creep, 
Dwells a voice that stirs when silence feels deep. 
It dances on edges of doubt and despair, 
A haunting refrain that lingers in air. 

“Who are you,” it comes with a tremulous tone, 
“Are you worthy of love? Are you destined to roam? 
Each step that you take, each move that you make, 
Is it you, or the mask that your spirit must fake?” 

In mirrors it prowls, with reflections askew, 
It pinches the heart, turning vibrant to blue. 
“A smile can deceive, a laugh can betray, 
Look closer, my dear—your truth fades away.” 

It revels in questions that spiral like storms, 
In the chaos of thoughts, it births myriad forms. 
“Will they see through the layers you’ve woven so tight? 
Will they notice the cracks beneath flickering light?” 

In the thrumming of crowds, it presses so near, 
A shroud of uncertainty cloaking sincere. 
“Don’t speak too loud; don’t stand out too bright, 
For the more you illuminate, the easier the fright.” 

Yet amidst this tempest, a flicker, a spark, 
A whispering courage emerges from dark. 
“What if, just what if, my voice can be strong? 
What if the notes I once feared now belong?” 

The voice shifts like tides, its melody bends, 
As self-doubt unravels, a new song ascends. 
“I am not what you whisper; I’m more than your fears, 
I’m the strength in my struggle, the laughter through tears.” 

With each hesitant breath, I begin to reclaim 
The power within me, rekindle my flame. 
No longer a puppet to insecurity’s play, 
I’ll sculpt my own story, let shadows give way. 

For every comparison, every harsh word, 
Is a chance to awaken, to rise undeterred. 
The mirror’s reflection, no longer a foe, 
But a canvas of battles that helped me to grow. 

So here in the depths, where silence once thrived, 
The voice of insecurity trembles, deprived. 
For I stand in my truth, embracing the fight, 
Shedding skin of the past, stepping boldly to light. 

Listen closely, dear heart, to the anthem we weave, 
In uncertainty’s cradle, we learn to believe. 
Though insecurities whisper in soft, haunting tones, 
They are but the echoes of roads we have flown. 

With resilience as armor and love as a guide, 
I’ll embrace all the parts that once tried to hide. 
For the voice of insecurity may murmur its plea, 
Yet the song of my spirit be free.