Sonnet #10

My mind again is filled with much self-doubt

Of what I can do, of what I can be

I cannot simply push these bad thoughts out

I must carry them close, for all to see

And in my head they, mull and muse and speak

Of failures far past, of loves not fulfilled

Of how I both sound and act like a freak

It may be that someday, they get me killed

For when despair does make me feel weighed down

It seems as though I will never have relief

It comes and encircles me all around

To steal my time away, much like a thief

Music can help me push through the dark fog

And break the chains that these thoughts do clog