Crown of Chaos 6 - Self-Doubt
(This poem is part of a heroic crown of sonnets. For more information, see "Crown of Chaos, Crown Jewel")
From my own pit I shall attempt to rise
And make myself a wholly greater bloke
For being excellent is its own prize.
My wish to serve the greater good's no joke.
Sometimes I want to be the very best
like no one else can say they ever were.
I wish that I could say that I'll not rest
until my full potential has been stirred.
But all too often I am filled with doubt.
My psyche feeling fragile as a glass
To these ill thoughts, I say just this: “get out”
I came to write these sonnets and kick ass
These inner demons shall taste their defeat
I shall become a scholarly elite.