Invisible people Figment of my imagination Borrowed in my subconscious touching and reaching grabbing and pulling whispering and fueling Fear and doubt Insecurities and pain Every second Of every day.
Their whispers perforates my self-esteem withers my self-belief deteriorates my self-image.
My mind feels like a battlefield A constant fight of not caring of what they think or say.
For there are days When I set my mind In to prioritizing my moment passion, purpose, fun, and life And not care.
But some days they encroach into my mind Seep through the cracks Diffuse between the synapses firing terror.