In hidden corners of the soul's expanse,
Where doubts and fears in shadows dance,
Insecurities, those whispered woes,
Affect the heart, where vulnerability grows.
They lurk within the mind's maze,
Casting shadows on sunny days,
A mirror distorted, truth concealed,
Insecurities are wounds that never healed.
Comparison's trap, a relentless snare,
Fuels the flames of self-despair,
But remember, dear soul, you're unique,
In your imperfections, courage speaks.
Each flaw and scar, a story to tell,
A testament of how you've rebelled,
Against life's trials, you've fought your fight,
Insecurities dim your true light.
Embrace those quirks, those fragile parts,
They're the canvas of your inner arts,
For in vulnerability, strength is found,
And in self-love, insecurities unbound.
Let kindness mend the wounded soul,
As acceptance helps you become whole,
Insecurities, though they may persist,
Can't define the beauty you consist.
So rise above the doubts that cling,
Let self-compassion's song take wing,
Insecurities may linger near,
But your spirit's brilliance will always appear.
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