Self
The image you see
Myself
The image you are
It comes and goes
Here and there
Grows and shrinks
I hear myself berate me in the dark
I feel myself pinch me in the stillness
You will never achieve
You will never succeed
No-one wants you
No-one likes you
These self thoughts come
Swooping like birds
When you least expect
You believe
How can you not
If it is you saying these things
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