A Letter to Myself

If I could be the voice in your head,
I'd have you overcome, my dear.
So far, so uninterested,
It's not enough that I'm still here.

When I feel insecure, I write letters to myself,
Pretend that you wrote every line.
This time I write my last, lay you to bed, so still,
'Sweet dreams' is a muttered 'goodbye'.

Pictures, you paint a certain future,
In which, I don't seem to appear.
For worth, they emphasize my failure,
And so, my own remains unclear.

[Marc x]