A letter to my doubt.

            My dear silent thoughts
         All condemning me once more
                  I am aware
      That I have not been what I ought
        If there's a mistake to be made
                    I make it
              More often than not

             But cease your insolence
                And scrutiny of me
                 I'm getting better
               Like I have before
             Why do you think it right
           To make me less than free?

                You, regarding me
             Are always less than fair
           You always speak such rot
            You always tear me down
            Never helping me a jot

           If someone doesn't like me
           I'm sure they'll tell me first
        Don't tell me I'm not good enough
            Or I'm likely to get worse