The endless thoughts of failure,
Consuming my mind.
Obsession over every tiny flaw,
The bitter taste of regret.
The endless self-doubt and worry,
Constant feeling of inadequacy.
The endless cycle of fear and frustration,
The constant fear of never being good enough.
The endless spiral of sadness and despondence,
The constant thought of having failed.
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Chan has been TOO fine lately...
Feb. 27, 2024
YOU ARE READING
𝐎𝐡, 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥.
PoetryMy soul speaks as my soul will. Do not silence it. Some of those poems are just for fun but in the end, they were all written by me, so please don't take any credit from them 1k reads on 24.02.24
