Cornered like a rat in a cage, unable to vent my mental rage, trembling on the brink of doom, I stand submissive in my gloom. I blink my eyes to hide the tears and smile a smile to hide my fears. I ***** my way through daily chores and long to be behind closed doors. I focus on my paperwork to chase away the thoughts that lurk.
The answers to questions are slow to arrive, the curse of not knowing makes it hard to survive. This stifling suppression creates a knot of suspense, paralyzing my mind and makes muscles tense. The mushroom cloud rises the dread day is near, my depression consumes me, I'm no longer here!