Riddled

Riddled: a poem

i am riddled
riddled by self doubt
my insecurities often
get the best of me
even when i
seek
to leave them
behind behind
this face of mine
is an entanglement
of complexities
that often
reveal
themselves as
liabilities rather than
capabilities
hear me

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