in my own body i am a hostage forever
will i ever be free? βneverβ
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 βi will shoot you deadβ
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 βanxietyβ
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

