Doubt is like a shadow
covering the sun
like a stone thrown
in to the tide
and sinking down
down
down.
Doubt is a cold gust
echoing through the head
it's a punishing force
making you wish
you were someone else instead.
Doubt is the slow trickle
of realisation
that you barely trust
anyone
let alone yourself
If I weren't myself
would I be my friend?
I'm not sure.
I think you talk about me
more often than not
I think you don't like me
all that much
I think you put up with me
rather than be my friend.
I'll just be quiet
and be the target for all
be the sponge for the insults
for if I don't like me
why should you?
