Doubt of a Successful Confession,,,

Why fail when in the process of success?
Do you not notice the limit as to why I confess?

I doubt it.
I doubt you.
Yet you fail to doubt me.
You fail.
I fail.
I fail to think you will stop.
Stop this rhetoric.
Asking me how... why...

But I know it's a lie.
The way you say it.
Say I succeed.
Yet you know it was just luck.
Lucky to become even a fragment.
A fragment of who you are.
But are you whom I believe to think?
Someone who I doubt?
Yet you fail to doubt me.
And as usual...
Yourself.