Madam Self Doubt

I skulk in caverns of the mind
And patiently wait for my cue
Feasting on crumbs of thoughts I find
While staking out insider views

I'm quite a vixen at my game
For I pounce as an afterthought
And you have only self to blame
As new doubts turn your gut to rot

Second guessing has now been born
As plans come to their fruition
And striking with a fatal blow
That gift you call intuition

No longer will you make in peace
Decisions that spring from the heart
I haunt each new idea released
As instinct becomes a lost art

It's my cerebral victory
'Til my nemesis reappears
Monsieur Conviction now stalks me
Disabling my well set fears

I slink back to my mental cage
Disarmed but not fully destroyed
Waiting for the next round and stage
Of these mind games I've so enjoyed