30. Doubt

What is this feeling of uncertainty?

Is it my mind talking down on me?

Do I see the world through different eyes?

Is the illusion in my mirror build on lies?

Do I have a changeable mind?

Peculiar and doubtful, one of a kind!

What is this feeling of unsavory?

That's causing a state of disgust in me

Does umbrage drip from my every word?

Had I broken a wing, now falling like a bird?

Do I despise the one whom I've become?

Is there a deeper explanation that's yet undone.

If only_

I can take away the prefix

That's making my life so bitter--

Than I might just realize that there's a little bit more,

Then just ordinary glitter!

For glitter will swirl away

In the breeze

While beauty is much more_

Then just a tease.