Doubt is a kaleidoscope 
Spinning slowly round
Creating a realer pain
Hiding what we found

Doubt creates the cracks
In the ones who are afraid
Building up higher walls
Breaking things we made

Doubt cannot be cleared
By the selfish part inside 
I'm safe behind my walls
You badly need your pride

Doubt is often natural
A tortured thinkers crux
Big, small, strong, weak
In self-confidence's flux

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