Fighting to Believe

Some days, I can brush my thoughts aside,
But others, they linger, refusing to hide.
Negative whispers echo, a relentless refrain,
Looping through my mind like a relentless chain.

I'm not good enough for anyone to truly like me.  
People only stick around for what they can gain from me.  
I'm too boring; that's why friends drift away.  
I have to change who I am to be liked.  
I always end up disappointed by broken promises.  
My need for acceptance is pathetic.  
No one really understands or sees the real me.  
I don't deserve love or happiness.  
I fail to meet the expectations of those around me.  
I'll always be alone and unimportant.  
I'll never find someone who truly values me.  
I will always struggle to connect with others.  
My efforts never lead to any meaningful relationships.  
I am constantly let down by others.  
I am not worthy of friendship or love.  

Most days, I know that this is not true,  
But at times, it is hard to fight the thoughts,  
And then I start to believe them.

Therapy has been my guiding light;  
I’ve learned skills to cope and fight.  
Though they help me more often than not,  
Negative thoughts still creep in and cloud my thoughts.  

Friends and family lend a hand,  
Yet only a few truly understand.  
Their efforts, though kind, sometimes fall short,  
More hindrance than help in the emotional sport.  

Here I stand, pushing through,  
Some days weigh heavy, it’s true.  
In the battle with my mind,  
I fight hard, but peace is hard to find.  

Yet I promise I will rise anew,  
Just a little time, and I’ll break through.  
Though the struggle might seem long,  
I’ll find my strength and carry on.