I fight, I fight this feeling
The one gnawing at my brain
The one that tells me I'm alone
That I tell myself is a lie,
I try to think, cover it up
Remember all the good things
Yet it wriggles its way in
And cozies up to my thoughts,
Tainting them with doubt
And silent terror
That I can't help but wonder
If it holds a hint of truth,
But I won't give up
Even as another wave washes over
So I just stand
And prepare
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