The thoughts that jump into my head,
Not to be shared, not to be said,
They come creeping in,
Almost as if they are doing it joyfully.

The thoughts need a changing,
Swapping to a different way,
The deepest ones, pull me up on my confidence,
Saying “pft you’re not good enough”

But hear me declare,
Hear me say,
What it is that my mind tells me today,
For if it’s true,
For the equal and opposite must also be valid,
“I am equal, I am beyond brilliant enough”

It’s just Newton’s Third Law after all.