Self-doubt (Remove filter)
They all come out the Same!
I see you here, I see you there
You sit upon my shoulder.
Biting thoughts, psychosis.
My voice it grows much colder.
Do I need to hear, I've failed this time,
You whisper in my ear
Clouded thoughts, depression
"You'll never be a seer"
"Your words they have no place
There nothing on their own"
Darkened verse, bipolar
Deep seeds of doubt are sown
Words are getting easier,
thi...
Thursday 2nd May 2024 5:30 pm
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