From any given distance
You can hear the old brag of my heart,
“I am. I am. I am.”
But if you come closer,
You can hear my heart screaming in retort
“You were. You were. You were.”

It’s a battleground for restless titans
Grappling,
Clawing,
Struggling.
Armed in battle defending opposing
mottoes.
“I’m not good enough” vs. “What does
it matter?”
An exciting brawl with the same availing champion.

Negative thoughts are deadly weapons
Aching to prove their worth in battle,
Hung upon the shelf in the armory of
my head,
Sharpened every day by circumstance.