Epiphany of the Self-Doubter


I’ve come to realize, i’ve been living in my own lies.

Fully submerged, head beneath the surface

living my daily life without a purpose

i was a hypocrite to my own speech

“chin up buttercup” i’d always preach

finally i asked a familiar phrase

“why so glum chum? you’ve been down for days…”

So i looked inside, i mean really deep down

but after searching and searching, i came up with a frown

i can not tell you why

there’s no sparkle in my eye

and i just can’t explain,

this twisted kind of pain.

but i guess i made this mess

and it’s time i changed

though this smile is deranged

with gritted teeth of pearly white

i won’t go down without a fight


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