The massive amount of flies in my head
swarm my everything - ideas and thoughts,
leaving behind only crippling dread
and tying my dreams into careful knots.
I shoo them and I repel them,
yet they still manage through my ears,
sending terrible toxins into my brain stem,
and shivering my body in the anxiety of fears.
I know they're wrong while I'm right,
but their buzzing is loud
and keep me up at night.
To keep going, I lose,
and to stop, I lose,
no matter which way I decide to choose,
I'm the one the flies always choose to abuse.