Anxiety

There is a monster that lives in my head.

It controls my movements, my thoughts, my dreams.

It makes my hands shake, my mind swirl and my pores leak.

Some days, it sleeps in longer than others, some days it doesn't wake at all.

But when it wakes the whole world changes.

I am no longer successful.

I am no longer confident.

I am no longer motivated.

I am no longer myself.

I am tired but somehow overstimulated.

My thoughts race,

My heart rate increases,

And I can't help but pace.

This monster controls my life.

It makes me rethink my dreams and takes me away from reality.

I wonder what it's like to be free.

One day, I will taste freedom. One day I will be in control.