Insecurity

Nothing I do is worthy.

Reading other people’s poems

tell me mine are not very good.

I can not turn a phrase

as well as those poets.

Yet I still strive to express myself.

Maybe some day

I will find the inner voice

that tells me

You are wonderful and unique.

Today is not that day.

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