Doubts
Doubts are always hiding/
Inside each of us/
Life is hard/
We will never be rid of it/
Lurking in the back of the mind/
In dormant mode/
Only to be shot forth/
Like a bullet/
To keep assaulting one's mind/
It's hard not to doubt/
With the world we live in/
More people getting more shady/
Everybody leading us to trust issues/
I hate doubting someone/
I guess it's built into us/
For a reason/
Like a type of radar/
For doubts alone/
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2024
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