World of Self Doubt
Let them all be lost:
moments of anvil unworthiness
breaths that I took which were never my own
brevity laughter which ebbed away after
I realized that I was just laughing alone
Let them all be cast:
surges of guilt with no catalyst
tender sweet nuances grown tough to chew
whispers of brain waves concurrently concave
sparked and ignited by things I've been through
Let them all be drowned:
sorrow and sugarfied recompense
They never lifted me out of the fire
Right when the room got uncomfortably hot
they left me to melt into fumes of expire
Let them all be lost:
ill will and glorified pitifulness
riddles the mind tongue ties fit to be caught
for I will stand straighter without all this weight
and I'll conquer the world as a fight to be fought.
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