It is always looming over you and I
Waiting in ambush, eager to try
to lure you into deception
To drive you to despair till you’ve broken.
And then it is ready to strike.
It comes during moments of joy…
because didn’t something feel deficient?
It comes during moments of sadness…
because when was life never an arduous struggle?
It comes when you succeed...
because weren't you actually underserving?
It comes when you fail...
because when have you ever truly triumphed?
And now it is ready to strike.
It becomes your inner voice
It turns into your trusted adviser
It blends with your entire being
till it becomes the weft to your warp
And now you are its and it is yours.
