Well that's a bit of a bugger..maybe I'm not quite as well as I thought? Certainly much stronger but still that old paranoid self flagellation gets me! I've not got a title for this poem but after the self flagellation reference I think that I shall refer to it as my Opus Dei :-) Untitled or not it's helped me formulate my thoughts into some semblance of rationality. Insomnia positively used! That's a plus to take out of my nights experience. She may even be proud of me.

Not good enough, not good enough, not good enough, not good enough,

The train of thoughts running through my mind,

Not worthy, not worthy, not worthy, not worthy,

A part of me I thought I’d left behind.

She doesn’t want you, want you, want you, want you,

The train goes on, teeth start to grind,

She didn’t call you, call you, call you, call you,

A heart thrown back that she’s declined,

She doesn’t need you, need you, need you, need you,

How could I have been so fucking blind?

But do you believe it, believe it, believe it, believe it?

Enough to just throw away what you’ve enshrined?

No, I’m going to fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it,

To the past these thoughts will be confined.