Therapy with my Demons: Doubt

by Jack Nightengale   Feb 27, 2022


Doubt:

I was wondering when you would finally arrive,
What took you so long? It's not like you had to drive.
You appearance is uncomfortably reprehensible,
Here! Put this on and make yourself presentable.

Me:

I didn't come here to play dress up,
I came to let you know that all of your time's are up.
I found myself and I'm comfortable, I no longer need any of you,
Pack your things and get out of here, scram, shoo!

Doubt:

Its this how you talk to someone who has always been there for you?
When you lacked self esteem, wasn't it me who was helping you?

Me:

Helped me? With what?
All you ever did was tear me down and degrade me but,
You're right, you helped me see through all the BS and the thought of my own extinction,
Which is why I'm here to give you your eviction.

Doubt:

So this is what Anxiety meant when he was squawking,
You seem to have grown a little with all of this talking.
But, allow me to remind you that the light will never be yours,
In the shadows is where you belong since the darkness is running out your pores.

This castle? We made this all for you,
And you want to banish us and tell us to shoo?
What will you do when your mind starts to worry and wonder?
Will you be able to weather the storm and control the thunder?

Without me you wouldn't have that heart made of steel,
Without any of us, tell me exactly how you expect to deal?
With all the pain that the world has to dish out,
Do you believe you have the nerves to deal without?

Me:

Listen Doubt, I don't need to live within the light,
I can make my own way as a shadow in the night.
Because of everyone's negativity, I finally found what I've been missing,
All the thoughts that you all bring deep inside of my head, I'm clearing house and dismissing.

None of you built anything, this was my safe haven,
You all only moved in because I had given in.
This is the last conversation that we will have, I hope you all the best,
But it's finally time for me to put all of this to rest.

I'll give you a few days to finish packing your stuff,
Once you all are gone my life will no longer be tough.
I'm giving you more time because you used to be my friend,
But you changed and I'm fed up with it, so this is the end.

Doubt:

It pains me to say but it's going to happen again,
When they leave you all alone at the drop of a pin.
I will leave for now but I'll never be far,
Next time we meet, will probably be at the bar.

Farewell for now but don't think this is the end.
I wonder how you plan to deal with the "monster" in the next den...

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