So much I want to say but that old demon is there again holding my tongue in place.

So much I want to do, but that heavy ball and chain are causing me much strain.

See I don't  let my emotions get the best of me, but it's not my emotions that's the problem really.

It's the grip I hold on for tomorrow, head way in the clouds fill my reality with sorrow.

My negativity weigh me down, but a heavy head wears the crown.

I'm my own worst enemy; I fight wars and battles deep within me.

If I catch a glimpse  of my future,  I run and hide beneath the covers, afraid what fraction of my past may no longer be a mystery.