When Self-Doubt Visits Me

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Image by Cristiano Galbiati

When self-doubt visits me,
it tells me I’m no good.
It tells me I’ll never make it, that I’ll amount
to nothing in this world

And sometimes I believe him
though sometimes I rage,
wishing the things he says aren’t true,
but even my lies are showing their age

I wish I had the courage to prove him wrong,
that some day, I know I can
rise up against him and win this time
for I know deep inside I’m no sham

For I can do this, and be quite good at it
even if doubt tells me, “No.”
But what does this old friend really know?
For nothing it sows, ever really grows.

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