Sometimes, just lately,
Everything turns to black.
Right when you think you’ve made it out,
They reach out and claw you back in.
Demons cackle as you struggle
Against the tide.
They know all your insecurities,
Hell, they know you
Better than your best friends do.
Not that you can tell anyone.
None can find out.
But they know.
They pick just the right words
To make those doubts scream
You’re not good enough.
A discordant choir of disapproval;
Who told you you could do this?
Gorging themselves on your panic-stricken thoughts,
They watch, amused, as you struggle to spur yourself on.
Cackling demons; screaming doubts.
What kind of confidants are these?
And how long have I been letting them live
In my head?
So that’s that, my first ever attempt at a published poem. Please do feel free to leave feedback, whether it be positive or negative I’d love to hear from you.