Self Acceptance

We're already 11 rounds in. The battle inside my mind never stops racing. The sweat on my brow shows the work ive put in beating myself up again. The strain on my eyes tells me I've been at this for too long. Sitting here judging myself again and again like i always do.

This idea of reflection. this idea of who I am. Who am I really.
I know the darkness comes all at once with a foul swoop. It envelops me and all the happiness that exists.

But i know with time I will learn to tame it.