Self-Doubt
Thoughts may turn against themselves
They wont let me be
Self doubt fills
This endless sea.
This whole scenery
May be a picture
Right in front of me.
When I can look past this
picture of
A false scene
I’ll know that
I am now free
My captor knows that I have fled
And they have set
A trap for me.
When I return
To the woods
Self Doubt lays in wait for me
They’ll rope me up and lead me down
to a grand old tree
With a grand old hanging
Just for me.