in my own body i am a hostage forever

will i ever be free? “never”

i have lost all of my control

there is a girl inside of me playing my role

you cannot see. but she is currently holding a gun to my head

if i do something wrong “i will shoot you dead”

always awake. she never sleeps

she is my voice who speaks

i tried to fight her back

but she just attacked

she tells me to shut up and sit quietly

her name is “anxiety”

i thought she was only visiting me like a holiday in the city

but she moved into me. she is not very pretty

so until she makes a sudden disappearance

my job for now is only the appearance

she granted me a pen so this poem i could write

to convince you i am crazy and not alright