Doubtful

Tue, 05/05/2020 - 20:22 -- bxbz

An  overwhelming feeling,

of loneliness,

of laziness

and of questioning.

 

The inescapable thoughts,

and questions,

catch up.

 

Quickly.

 

The questioning,

of your mental state,

of your physical state

And of your spirit.

 

Are you happy?

Were you ever happy?

Are you good enough?

 

The friends,

who do not reach out,

nor do you reach out to,

sit in your mind.

 

Did they like you?

Were they using you?

Are you really their friend?

 

The thoughts, doubts, and questions,

double.

Quadruple.

And grow.

Slowly consuming your mind.

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