Self-Doubt Inside

Sometimes I look into the mirror, and what do I see?

An unsure face staring back at me

I like to think that I’ve got something to add,

but what I really am is insecure and sad

I think I’ve got plenty to say that will prove to be wise,

but then I think I’ve been wrong all along; I’m just a guy

who likes to see himself that way, and I’m the only one

They listen to me spout nonsense; and of talking, I’m never done

That others see me as a guy who likes the sound of his own voice,

and I’d just shut up, if they had a choice

Not particularly smart, sage or intuitive

I just run at the mouth, whether you want it or not; I’ll give

my two cents on every topic, even if about it I know nothing

I just ramble on and on, and I’ll tell you something

that you already knew; and I’ll give you some obvious advice,

that people just put up with, trying to be nice

Not very often do I feel this way,

but every so often, I have self-doubt inside, I’m afraid