Some days are hard
Some days feel empty
One step forward
Then anxiety
You make some plans
Full of high spirit
Shit hits the fan
Three steps back for it
ONE
You deserve this
You have earned this
You wished for this
The myth seemed grand
Tortured artist
All to the end
Creative thrist
But TWO
You're not worth it
You can't do it
You're far from it
Bad excuses
Way too lazy
No ressources
Quit already!
AND THREE
You have failed once
You went out once
You gave up once
Your worst critic
Is your own mind
You might be sick
It makes you blind