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Look into my heart, tell me what you see.

Tell me everything ,tell me honestly.

I have a problem with insecurity;

I can't comprehend anyone could love me.



Things happened making me feel worthless,

For this reason, I have to confess,

I feel nothing I've done has been a success.

My life is in turmoil, I am a mess.



Belief in myself is something I need.

To get this I must first plant the seed

That I have some value, not an ego to feed.

I should open my heart, let it take the lead.



In myself, I find it so hard to trust,

Afraid all my dreams will turn into dust.

Filled with self doubt, it is hard to adjust;

Becoming old feels like a knife's thrust.