It creeps, it lingers
Your brain, it’s fingers
What is it?
Who is it?
Tired, drained, feeling stuck,
Emotions, and thoughts run amok
It crawls, slowly, getting closer and closer
Gnaws on your sanity, as you lose your composure
Until it reaches,
Where you’re shattered in pieces,
Your mind
Where you can no longer hide
You need to ask
It to unmask
It is who?
It is you.