THOUGHTS

The shadow of mistakes, a constant blight, Each step I take, a stumble in the night. A symphony of errors, discordant and deep, Where every triumph, a fleeting, fragile sleep.

The weight of judgment, a crushing, heavy hand, On every choice, a self-imposed command. To meet a standard, impossible to attain, A soul forever striving, forever in pain.

The whispers of doubt, a venomous refrain, “You’re not enough,” a constant, aching strain. A tapestry of failures, woven with despair, Where self-worth crumbles, and hope hangs in the air.
But in the darkness, a flicker of light, A chance to mend, to make things feel right. To learn from stumbles, to rise and to mend, For even in shadows, a new path can transcend.