I question my works
And even my worth.
I can't even talk
To my trusted folks.
Are you happy now?
What's really your plan?
Now that I'm so down,
Are you still not done?
You're messing me up.
You make me feel trapped.
With just a one snap,
Make me feel like scrap.
Is my mind lying?
But I kept begging,
Insecurity!
Please stop, I'm dying.
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