the first choice
My brain My own worst enemy, a voice that whispers doubt, extinguishing the flame within, without... A metronome in my chest Each tick a hammer blow Thoughts, a swarm of wasps Stinging reason slow A ghost of laughter Haunting hollow halls Where joy once danced Now only shadows crawl I don't know why I second-guess everything I do! Confidence, a bird Flew from my grasp Leaving feathers scattered A memory of the past Longing for a mirror to reflect the truth Instead, a distorted image Of a withered, wilting youth The mirror shows a stranger, A shadow of the one I yearn to be. Always second, never first a constant aching plea.