Insecurity
In shadows deep and whispers low,
The heart, in doubt, begins to sow.
In every glance, a questioning gaze,
In every step, a hidden maze.
A mask we wear, so no one knows,
The tangled fears that inside grow.
Yet in the silence of the night,
Insecurities take flight.
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