Self-gaslighting
I’m so sick of this phase,
Where I always end up,
Questioning my belief.
Suspecting my mortality.
Am I really with Faith?
Do I believe in wonders?
Did I produce a different ‘self’?
Vanish, for all they care.
I was with sheen disposition,
Just an hour ago.
I was just a lack of sleep.
I just missed a routine.
And one mistake all leads,
To doubting my beinghood.
Just to miss a detail,
Guides to despair.
What a foolish thought.
They say feeling deep is great,
But it made me a curse.
I pictured a villainess.
A sweet young damsel,
Brought by white lies,
Innocently sharing flowers,
With subtle toxic inside.
