Insecurities

I stare at a reflection sound but confused.

I see this homely image tracking my every move.

I look back, I look forth, and it's still there.

I criticize the idiosyncrasies and imperfections unaware.

The battle between what I see and what I reflect,

glances unsatisfaction beneath my breath.

Compliments achieved

only raises doubts of this alluring portrait of artistry.

The judgments are of divine,

But my diffidence unconsciously denies.

It is a conflict that attacks the inner being,

Vague and responsible as it can be

to achieve success in downgrading humanity

to the point of concealing the beauty seeded from within.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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