The Nature of Self

Dark clouds will descend, seemingly without end,

As self-loathing takes hold, within your mind’s abode,

Unable to breathe, you choke at the leash,

Held by your own hand, driven by your own command,

How can you defend? When it is you who condemns?

And that which you most fear, stares back at you in the mirror.

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