Shoved in my face again.
Bullets of thought.
Thousands of them.
Feel so obscured by my very own eyes.

One is not enough?
I thought its easier to handle.
Then again, it may be a phobia.
Cant really figure it out.

As I ponder, I dont know any that will last.
I only know which are the ones I would do everything I can,
To make sure it does.

Tried and tried.
Cant find it.
The problem lies with me though.
I tend to compare.
Subtly but consciously.

Dreams psychology