My thoughts are consuming,
as if I'm on fire
They are slowly questioning,
all my choices
Am I second guessing myself?
I'm starting to doubt,
every choice I've ever made
Why am I so questionable?
Why can't I trust my instincts anymore?
I got to get this out of my head but,
When I'm most vulnerable,
It attacks,
Like I'm the steak in the middle,
Of a lion's den
YOU ARE READING
Stuck In The Mind
PoetryA poetry book of thoughts in my head, My own work but the cover is made by someone else. This is just a tiny glimpse of what my mind is like. I'm not stuck in the mud, I'm Stuck In The Mind.
