Doubts.

Doubts can kill your dreams, like doubts have killed mine.

They linger in your mind,

Like memories or your thoughts.

Like day dreams and your nightmares—

In length or at a short.

They stay with you forever,

They never let you go.

And everywhere you turn,

They just give another blow.

They cause you pain and heartache,

Let down your self esteem.

They hurt you every way they can,

While you walk a balance beam.

They kill the hopes that you once had—

The expectations for free.

They kill the love that held you once,

The passion dead to me.

I once held these great promises,

To make my mother proud.

I once held these great dreams,

But now they’ve all but bowed.

I once had this great passion,

To save lives and see them smile.

I once had this great love,

But now that’s just been filed.

Doubts can kill your dreams,

Like doubts have thus killed mine—

Killed them stone dead cold,

They never were, never will, be mine.