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.
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