A Daily Battle Poem by Karl Newton

A daily battle
A battle of nerves
Nerves, self-doubt and hate

Awaken in the morning
To a constant voice of doubt
Constantly overly critical
Of no one but myself

Every day it's a battle just to leave the house
I just don't feel I can live this thing called life
I swear everyone hates me
And the worst is always going to happen
But people and events never conspire
Quite as much as I do against myself
I am my biggest critic
Making an enemy of myself
Fuelled by ever deteriorating mental health

On the surface I appear confident
Sometimes even cocky
The life and soul
Laughing through a smile
But under the surface
A voice of hatred nags at me
Doubting every single thing and everybody
The tears of a clown
A smile on the outside
But inside a frown
A voice of hatred dragging me down

A daily battle
A battle of nerves
Nerves, self-doubt and hate