I'm weakened by my thoughts
Yet this void I must fill
With one or another
Yet, none a fit

Trading one for the other
Unsure of the outcome
And afraid of the possibilities
If only I could just stand by a choice?

It creeps in,
Those dark thoughts
Making the right seem wrong
Cripling my mental capacity with its intensity
Tearing down the walls of logic
To bring  in my insecurities
What if I am wrong?

In the end,
you're its slave
'till you take a stand
The awakening of your spine
Tearing it down from its root
'till all that's left before you
Are glorious wins.