Can you hear them?
Sometimes you hear them whisper.
Sometimes you hear them shout.

Can you believe them?
Sometimes you hear them bicker.
About the things you're insecure about.

I can hear them.
Whispering their all.
Then they are shouting at me.

I believe them.
Picking on that flaw.
Embedding it in for me to see.

Compliments raise suspicion.
About something, now a flaw, I overlooked.
They begin their admonition.
Snatch the sense of security they believe I mistook.

Overtime, I begin to understand.
I can see what they talk about.
But I can't deal with it firsthand.
No use, they say, it rests in your doubts.

-More to come...
P.S. I have no fucking idea what I wrote.
I know the meaning but not the poem because, like, the fuck?