Dear doubts

Dear doubts,

You need to stop speaking so loud!

I'm trying to figure my stuff out.

So aggressive! A bit obsessive!

Making my accomplishments fade.

I've now got A heartache. 

The arguments I've caused, the amount of respect I've lost. 

May I get some peace? Leave me be please!

My securities are infected, all by insecurities so I left it.

I've got plans yet, I'll doubt I'll regret it. 

Doubts so cold I need to build A fire. Happiness lost I'm a make a flyer. 

Always got the benefit of the doubt, the rant and I don't know what to talk about.

Impossible to gaze upon and reach for it, if I thought of it I've found myself doubting it. 

So Dear doubts...is this your desire or skill?

P.S

When are you going to doubt me?