Tryna brave the belly of the beast But this enemy of me Has got hands-
I’ve never metaphor for anxiety Like this one Imposter syndrome-
I was only a dark forest away from who I needed to be But feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy Are twisting clouds so forebodingly
Mara’s army fires arrows Raining streams of self-consciousness Like I wasn’t ready to self destruct on impact - detonation
I laugh and share memes of self-deprecation Social media the new god Where we worship ourselves By constantly trying to impress everyone else
Venmo me Dopamine tributes With the truth in a cave of depression and Isolation
Maybe Holly’s right And I do need to be here She shines the light On the darkness In the hospital wing 5th floor at Evanston But I’m afraid I’ve grown too codependent On this astral plane I’ve projected And romanticized these Ambien nights Only to awake neglected Screaming out her name In sleep paralysis On a dark night-
When I’m manic I try to live it out like I’m in a movie Projecting inner struggles As external conflicts To make the scene more interesting Until I’m in this final battle alone like Odysseus Lost all my friends when the monster ate our ship and I took em for granted caught up Between a rock and a hard place- Depressed and Hyper-sexualization when spring is here again
I’m in the first act dip edging the ******- Stimulating the simulation