The Depths of Self-Inflicted Fury.
Thou canst not think worse of me than I do of myself. ____Robert Burton
Have you ever felt a storm raging within?
A tempest born of your own shortcomings,
Where no scapegoat exists but your own reflection.
Have you ever felt a hurricane of self-reproach?
A whirlwind that renders the mirror unbearable,
Leaving shards of shattered confidence in its wake.
Have you ever felt a volcano of emotion?
An eruption beyond the realm of language,
Yet the weight of remorse burdens your soul.
Have you ever felt a flood of tears?
A deluge that speaks volumes of defeat,
Confirming your status as naught but a defeated soul.
For there exists no fury greater than that self-inflicted,
A wrath that whispers, "I thought I knew better, yet here I stand, a mere folly."
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