A question that runs in my head every day.
A question that I am yet to find the answer for.
A question that I still ask when I look in the mirror.
Am I perfect? Do I look ok? Is my make up right?
Insecurity a word that describes me.
Unable to see myself and believe in what I am.
Accept the scars.
Who am I ?
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Breaking the silence
PoetryThe feelings of being trapped inside a cage has overtaken the mind. The feeling of trying to break free and the feeling of trying to find who I am and what I am meant to me. starving to get a little sight of freedom.
