I always work so hard, you see,
With such effort and resolve.
Working towards my lofty goal,
Another problem I can solve.
Setting the bar too high, it seems,
But reaching every time.
Again, a pinnacle achieved
And a feeling so sublime.
But then the mighty outcome,
The success which I have craved,
Turns out to be so minimal
And all the thoughts I’ve saved
Turn inwards upon myself
To a sickening degree.
And suddenly I’m burdened
By self-doubt, hypocrisy.
As if all of that endless effort
Was not it’s own reward,
As if the milestone that I reached
Was falling on a sword.
And the black dog deep within me
He just smiles his toothy grin
And laps up all the hatred,
Despair and self-loathing.
Maybe one day I’ll learn again
To take each small success
With the pleasure and conviction
That will, black dog, address.
And send him far from this place
So he will plague me never more.
But until that day, depression is
All I am and more.
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Beautifully penned! Hits right in the feels…
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Thanks! I’m all about the feels 😊
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This post deserves much more likes. Seriously!
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Thanks, Charmy! That’s what I like to say lol 😂
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I genuinely read your post and felt that. Some blogs don’t deserve as many likes as they get. And some do deserve. Have a good day.
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Thanks, Charmy! Very much appreciated 😊👍
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