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?