I Still Doubt

Others seem to struggle more,

While many struggle much less.

But do any of them have doubts as much as me,

Clinging to something to explain it all.

We all come in different shapes, sizes, and quirks,

But sometimes I feel mine are self-created.

Is it wiring or something worse?

What has put me here in this moment?

Can it be fixed?

Explained?

Managed?

Do I want it to,

Is that why I'm stuck here?

I thought I found a kinship,

Now, I feel trapped alone,

Dark, stuffy, suffocating,

There is a light of reason.

Or so I thought.

Maybe it was just imagined.

Maybe it was an excuse.

Not an explanation.

Doubt seems to be my constant companion.

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