Second Guessing

I’m a passive aggressive cheerleader

Rooting for a team

That even its own fans

know will lose

But pointlessly cheers anyway

In hopes of being proven wrong

I am my own worst enemy

My own worst critic

Always second guessing myself

Second guessing my abilities

Am I a good writer?

Or am I so mediocre

That I can’t even recognize the fact

That I am mediocre

Due to my own mediocrity?

Am I a good poet?

Or am I so bad at poetry

That I commit poetic malpractice

Every time I write

These are the questions

That would drive me crazy

That would drive me mad

These are the questions

That would always lurk

In the back of my mind

Making me

Doubt myself

Doubt my abilities

Just when I think

That I have learned

To ignore those whispers of doubt

They always find a way back in

Back into my mind

And then I’m back

Back to second guessing myself