oh, the doubt and how it affects our melt.
Doubt. The plague of our people, haunting our stepple, chasing those dreams away, many a game does he play.
self esteem is out,
lets see what its all about.
Remember a the time you had doubt, weither it be about a situation or some thing that could be achieved.
Remember the disappoint of your face when you didn’t win that race?
Remember the feeling of being suprised when that achievement is finally realised ?
doubt is a funny thing as the above shows, so lets take a deeper look up close
your mind is a protecter of everything known, sometimes it has to be shown
fears and axieties are not what they seem, even the clowns and the dental drill screams
a clown is just a person with some make up on, take it off and “poof” the clowns gone.
dental drill sreams are not as easy it seems, a bit of rock drowns out the talk.
Your probably a bit like me and have battles in your dreams both day and night with a demon of another dimension, a dimension of the mind.
what if you could erase it and rub it all out? if you find one give me a shout. Usually my biggest defense is “f**k it, I’m doing it anyway” and to be honest this is where I usually win the end game.
This is coming from the girl whos spent 2 days up to her elbows in grease,
just so she doesn’t have to go “please sir, can you fix it for me please?”
yet doubts still linger over ability, clowding her vision, she just can’t see.
labels can’t discribe what she seems to be, too many conflicts, confusing it seems.
doubt creeps in when she sleeps, achievements of yesterday forgot,
worse scenarios in her dreams, fighting to avoid becoming a bot.
scaried to move, scared to do all the things dear to you.
what about just be you? drop the mask, drop the act.
be prowd of who you are today.
Doubt you can just get out!