A victim of the second guessing game
Second guessing that my life is a shame
That laughing's the hiding of pain
And drizzles what stops pouring rain.
A victim of the second guess strike
Second guessing what's wrong and what's right
That the fall of the sun leads to night
And tears are what hinders our sight.
A victim of the second guess fall
Second guessing whether or not to call
That sadness creates a big wall
And life is worth living at all.
Cheyenne Ashley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/second-guess-this-poem/
