A Rejection of Doubt
Dreaded Doubt,
My spiteful slave driver
How clever you are
The cause of nearly every scar
You've told me that I'm worthless,
You've told me that I'm dumb,
But worst of all, you've made me feel numb.
You've made me feel weak;
You've made me lay low
But now it's my time to tell you no.
Now is my time,
I'll have you no more,
I'm pushing you, shoving you out of my door.
Now, when you're defeated
I'll know what to say
If ever again you stand in my way.
I won't doubt myself,
I'll remember this moment,
But I will doubt my doubt, my foolish opponent.
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