Insecurities

Sometimes
When I look in the mirror
I don't know what I see.
It's just a mirage
Or is this really me?

And I repeat to myself
All the things that
Make me feel insecure.
I honestly can't tell you
Why I'm doing that for.

It's a habit perhaps,
A filth of mine that crept
To the cracks of my mind.
Or maybe I have always felt
Somewhat left behind.

Those little insecurities
Makes me feel broken,
Makes me feel less complete.
Reminding of everything
That the world around me cannot see.

Because I wear my scars
In my mind and I'm scared
That they will be seen on my face.
Maybe I want to stay hidden,
Because I once felt disgraced.

Or maybe I am just used to feeling broken.