The Insecurity

I know that I am insecure. I know I don’t feel protected. I know that I’m always compared to whom I’m not. You ask me why I’m so insecure? Ask yourself. It’s the way you’ve treated me, the way you always demotivated me. Instead of encouraging me, you were the one who called me worthless. Asked me why I’m insecure? You made me who I am.

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