Sweet Spot

Something for the world to see, Preposterous assumptions they have made of me, clinging to the chatter going around, I have spent many days in doubt. Doubt eats you in the day n lets you weep at night, The mask of sobriety is one that weighs a rial and costs a pound, Face marks are now visible over n out. Black circles are around, Floating but feel I'm drowned, even rationale doesn't seem sound, Praying with an atheist mind, Kept it going still behind.