Why is there doubt in my mind?
Doubt over myself, my closest humans,
my decisions, and the many theories of life,
Am I extremely enquiring, obviously pessimistic,
or just assertively confused and mentally misled?
Finding my personal solace seems unreachable.
Needing meds for an inwardly corrupting scar,
Starving on every logical thought,
Its fragile lining confirmed,
Being analyzed for all the wrongs performed.
Could she really be held and known for her pessimism?
Does anything go unquestioned?
This is an individuals race against the mind.
I wonder, will it be this frightening for years to come?
It hurts to think about it.
The mind can be so cruel to itself.
How do you fight your own thought process?

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