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 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
