How do I ask my mind to shut off? How do I tell her "Enough"? How do I ask my mind to leave me alone when her very essence is to control my life? She bothers me when I want to sleep, I'm restless, wrestling with the thoughts and uncertainties that I cannot put to bed My bad days become her vice My good days become her stomping ground I'm a prisoner of my own mind The feeling of constantly running away but not knowing what you are running from Always thinking the worst but never really knowingΒ why My heart dancing inside my chest bouncing off the walls while I lay perfectly still The incessant crying that drowns me in a sea of endless fears She calms down when she wants to, but she never truly goes away I always feel the storm coming but I never know how hard it will rain
Constructive Criticism is welcome! :) I wrote this poem about my own anxiety hoping to make sense of it all :)