My head swims!
My thoughts, thick with fear.
Failure haunts me like a warped shadow
always just out of sight and out of reach.
They are the consequences of my inactions
the parts I feel everyone sees
the parts I fear will be my definition.
And so, at night, those hobgoblins creep in
robbing me of my peace:
Nagging, Critical, Petty
So unwanted, yet so essential to
my character.
I let them play for a while, then put them to rest
until tomorrow.