It is always in my head.
It makes me feel like dead.
Playing with my mind...
As if i am a toy of it.
It captured me...
From head to feet.
It is doubtful things...
In my head playing with me.
It's like a plague..
Spreading like a germ.
Don't think I don't love you.
It's just playing with me.
I can't help but I doubt you.
Imagining you...
Portraying you...
My doubtful thoughts are playing with me.
Hope you understand me.
Cause I know you see inside me.
No matter what i make up in my mind...
I just love thee.
YOU ARE READING
Doubter
PoetryI am sometimes tired of doubting, but that's who I am. Even if I try so hard to change it, I just can't.
