We look through doorways, to see who enters,

We doubt our knowledge, that puts us at centre,

I'm telling myself that I'll never open out,

Keeping my thoughts locked away, I resumed the drought,

The drought is my confidence, the drought is the cause,

I'm warning you that my reasons aren't there to be ignored,

I have fought my battle, and lost yet again,

But with this defeat, there isn't an heir,

I know I haven't been perfect, I know I've been bad,

I hurt you dearly, leaving my mood: beyond sad,

I live in regret, not knowing who I'll lash out to in time,

But that's just me overthinking once again, who am I, to this hateful crime.