Those demons of doubt once again rear their heads
Insecurity bubbles up to drown you in dread
Mirrors become horrid in your slanted glance
Neglecting your true self yet another chance
Positivity with peers is a daily charade
Thoughts gone awry are ones naturally made
You fight to be stable in this emotional war
The mere act of living is a weakening chore
Your only defense in surviving is preoccupation
Silencing the sadness with escaping provocation
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Written for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The charge is to use the words “silent/silence.” Use one or both in your post.
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