Doubt

Why do I hurt you inside of our head?
Why do I now...take pleasure in your dread?
I wait for those moments when strong turns to weak.
Then I come out not loud but gentle and meek.
You cannot do this, you've proven before
Why do you start over and come back for more?
I'm filled with derision; you're filled with doubt.
Your friends say beware but you let me come out.
Little by Little I eat away,
Not all at once but just some each day.
Each doubt leaves you empty, in a terrible mood.
Then I see that I've won when you reach for the food.

cjl 09/07