It's not that hard.
You were in the swing of it before,
Almost,
But then you thought you had done enough to stop.
You reproduced these thoughts;
You could just make them stop;
Make them leave and go away.
You know they're not real,
You brought them here,
But you're fine now:
You don't have to do this anymore.
Maybe it's another way of being a failure,
Because you'll never get it right,
But you tell yourself you do
Every time you trip up and catch yourself.
"That's enough for now" you say.
It proves the point that there's something,
But you don't have the right,
You're not even putting up with it.