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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