I'm proud of me, I stand up tall, 
but then my thoughts begin to call. 
They whisper doubts, they plant the seed, 
of every fear I never need. 
 
I'm happy here, in quiet peace, 
but thoughts demand I must release 
This joy, this calm—they say it’s fake, 
that I should learn from each mistake. 
 
I long to sleep, to rest my mind, 
but thoughts, relentless, stay behind. 
They spin and twist, they speak of fears, 
they magnify my hidden tears. 
 
When I’m confused, they scream and shout, 
“You’re not enough, there is no doubt.” 
Though I resist, they find a way, 
to shake my soul, to cloud my day. 
 
But still I fight, though thoughts may win, 
this battle wages deep within. 
I'll stand my ground, though they intrude, 
gor I am strong, and they’ll be subdued.