All the time

Just a poem on insecurities

A murder of crows plagues my mind
Swirling and whirling
Moaning and pecking all the time
It reminds me always I never am enough
That every thing I try must fail
And every love I have loved will die
Swirling and whirling
Moaning and pecking
All
The time
They tell me in droves that every fault is mine
That every effort made is benign
Moaning and pecking
All the time
Never enough they say
Nothing you do is ever enough they cry
You and everything you love is doomed to die
At your own hands no less
Oh how these words flay me
As they fly
Swirling and whirling
All the time
I'll shoot down these birds one day
But for now all I hear them say
Is terrible things
All the time