Insecurity

January 9, 2018

Dear Insecurity,

You who lurks begins every corner

dissecting my every part

in no particular order.

Many could say I mirror a work of art,

yet a single exhale from your mouth brings the greatest torture.

But I will soon start

to build my impenetrable armor

to protect my weary heart.

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