Auto-Inflicted Torture

One day I woke up and started hating myself. I could've tried harder. Someday I will dwell on the past. I only seem smarter. With seconds to spare. I'll peer through the looking glass. If only I'd bother. My judgement is foggy. Mentally blocked. This comes as a shocker. I keep thinking it over. Reliving the past. It isn't much clearer. It's a step on a clover. Thinking it over. My disturbing demeanor. It's an ignited mental scorcher. I'm getting much warmer. This auto-inflicted torture. That's finally over.