The Doubt
Here she lies in my mind. Forever will she live.
Slowly, she consumes me
from the inside-out.
Trust no one;
trust everyone.
There she is;
the doubt.
Can I tell you my
deepest, darkest secrets?
Will you tell the world?
Even when you've vowed secrecy?
Are you sure?
There she is;
the doubt.
My childhood best friend, I once called you.
Was that so?
So why have I only ever really known
your favourite colour?
Plum, right?
I'm no idiot.
But look, she's back.
There she is;
the doubt.
You're going out?
Out with who?
Out with who? Where?
Out with who? Where? Doing what?
With who?
Is that so?
Oh, look over there.
There she is;
the doubt.
I don't want to think like that anymore.
I want to know how to trust,
I really do.
But I've learned that's dangerous.
People
are dangerous.
She protects me,
she's always watching.
See, there she is again;
the doubt.
She wants me to be alone.
The deeper she digs into my mind,
The harder it is to ignore her.
It's easier to be miserable.
She's ruining our happiness.
But there she is always;
the doubt.
She might be in my head forever.
She may never go away.
Sometimes, it's like she never existed.
Other times, she's all-consuming.
But the right people will help me.
Oh, hello. I don't think we've met before. What's your name?
the doubt? It's nice to meet you...
About the Creator
Bushra Shahriar
A 22-year-old student studying at Keele University - writer and poet.
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