It happens to the best of them, the best of us
It’s unassuming and annoying
It makes us question success
It makes us question our abilities
It’s unnerving and creeps upon us...
Like a shadow to cover dark
Like a hunter stalking prey
Like a voice in our heads,
Driving us to insanity
Making us question our humanity
The voices whisper criticizing our creativity
We are not all experts though and self doubt of our abilities kicks in.
It happens to the best of minds
Our only enemy is our selves.
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PoetryIf you want to readmy badly-writen poems,ballads or short stories your more than welcome to her but i warn you you might not like them hehe
