Unsettled, unsure, am I alone as I battle              
                            against my insecurities?  Does everyone
                            Have these doubts as they live out their lives?
                            Why do I feel like I’m clinging to a precipice
                            my fingers losing their tight grip, why can’t
                            I be content, to be happy, not always waiting
                            for that other shoe to drop?
                            I know I have much to offer, I’ve been told~
                             The secret must be to accept my own faults,
                            for I am the best one to judge them, and thus
                            done, it will be easier to wrap my invisible
                            arms around my own spirit
                             I AM worthwhile, I am content, I am ME~