I admit I'm not the best,
Was never the best, put to the test.
In my head, I strive to be the best,
Lack confidence, yet dress so blessed.
Insecurity's grip, a constant wrestle,
Fight those doubts, a relentless tussle.
A friend once preach, a truth so profound,
To be the best, your best self must be found.
Now I ask, in this life's grand quest,
Am I truly best at being the best?
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