it is the constant need for reassurance
usually a fake allay of approval suffices
until the itch to bite at my confidence worsens
this nasty habit was like the incessant biting of nails
gnawed to the surface, i ate away at my identity
devouring my confidence
but this habit is so difficult to break
i try to pepper away the doubt
apply growth serum to my ego
but im left with stubby pieces
that just won't grow
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thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
