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.