Self-doubt

Sitting, resting,
In this fictional well of self doubt.

Am I at all the person I portray myself to be?
Am I that self-assured?

Or am I no better then before.
If not less.
Still wrapped inside indecisive thoughts.
Mind floating,
Knee deep in disappointment.

Am I still frail and weeping uncertainty?
Questioning my personality,
Morals, truths.

Am I force feeding myself lies,
Of redemption and clarity?

Thoughts waver,
inches from bitter deaths of insanity.
Fearing there realizations only quicken my decay.
Losing all reassurance built.

Im strong,
Im better,
Im fine.

I promise myself.
I have to be.