You keep me steady-but are you ready? To know to what extent I'm messed up, that makes me think of all this stuff? I don't think you're ready cause you don't really know, my deep dark scary foe... my demons deep within, way deeper than the skin. Will you meet them willingly? and keep me steady? Or will you put on a play, and say that I'm still okay. Or possibly say that I'm not crazy and you see nothing wrong with me, that there aren't deep dark things within, but just because them you cannot see, doesn't meant they are not there, me they still do scare, since now it's at you they now continue to stare.

Why is it that when I feel too much, I long for it,
But when I am, I don't know what I want anymore,
How can I still feel sore? When I'm numb down to my core...

I seem to have an overly emotional devotion,
To feel something-anything,
Or absolutely nothing at all...

Hello poetry,
Hello home,
Hello everyone under this dome,

We are different, but,
We are united, for
We all love poetry,

You may feel alone, but
You are not, since
You are with all of us,

Hello you,
You are not alone, for
We are all here for you...

What is anxiety?
Is it but a name of an illness?
Am I it's proprietary?
If so how could anyone miss?;
All that goes on with me?
Can they not see?
My beating heart wanting to escape,
This doomly fate,
That is only but in my head,
As my horrors I have fed:
With my hopes and all my dreams,
It's what it seems.
Why can't others see the breath stuck mid chest,
Do I seriously look like the rest?
Breathing happily,
Carelessly?
Can't you see?;
This thing suffocating me?!
It doesn't even stop there,
As it covers my blank stare,
So nobody notices,
That it's main torture is;
Through using my own mind to drive myself insane.
And from this there is absolutely nothing to gain,
But hurt sadness and pain,
Making my existence nothing more important than a stain.
Why can't you see?
Why can't you help me...?

No one truly understands,
My demons commands,
That quiets my voice,
And gives me no choice,
That ruins the present,
With resentment,
That makes me sad,
And oh so mad,
Over reasons I do not know,
Because he doesn’t even show,
All he does is but control,
He plays each and every role,
Of that I hate myself for,
Straight down to my core,
When will I understand,
Where it is he stands,
Is he in my heart-my soul,
Will he turn it to coal,
Or is he in my brain-my mind,
Will I ever be able to find,
Where he is truly hidden,
So I can get rid of him.

You-my prince,
I-your princess,
My anxiety-the dragon.
Can love truly concur all?