It creeps, it lingers
Your brain, it’s fingers

What is it?
Who is it?

Tired, drained, feeling stuck,
Emotions, and thoughts run amok

It crawls, slowly, getting closer and closer
Gnaws on your sanity, as you lose your composure

Until it reaches,
Where you’re shattered in pieces,
Your mind
Where you can no longer hide

You need to ask
It to unmask

It is who?

It is you.