In a web

Do you feel we are there again ?

I can't write anymore

My carpals have become sore

Like a body washed up on a shore

Puzzled of how I got here after the storm

Why do I critic myself so much without grace?

Why does it feel like i am loosing a solo race?

In a loop of searching for a path, trying to trace

I need to rid myself of this bitter taste

Sabotage is a game I am good at

If it was a plane, I would be flying it in first class

Constant thoughts of " I don't deserve that"

Passive feeling of "Am i even worth that?

Cacophony of thoughts without clarity

Exhausted over my attraction towards vanity