My insecurities can blind me.
This self- loathing, with my permission, defines me.
When my fears take over, it confines me.
Sometimes I need help,
To myself, I need to speak kindly.
Note: I came across this post from a couple of months ago. It was a bit over-dramatic so I moved it to "drafts". I don't feel this way at the moment, I just needed the reminder.