fear
it consumes me
a staple of its cuisine
of shattered minds and broken hearts
clumping things together,
yet pulling them apart

like a toddler,
it runs through
and smashes everything
your wishes,
your dreams,
everything
has now become fear

it yells "mine!"
you respond. "no, mine!"
who is in control?
the more you question, the more you're answered
as wonder turns into worry
your lenses tinted rose
perspective gone blurry
finally, you know
that this feeling,
this primitive feeling,
was designed to keep you alive.
but all it does
is tear you down
and makes you want to die.

You stare at your reflection.
It stares back at you too.
"You're a failure." It says.
You reply. "No, you."