A hole in the Pitt of my stomach
A churning whirl of Anxiety
A constant need to DO
Do something
To fill that  hole

An overbearing drive
To conform to the norm
My mind a haze of fluttering fear

The wish upon wish
Of being able to rest
Able to lay my tired bones

Scared I will never BE
The person that I never was
The normal balanced pretty soul

Please someone piece me together
All the shattered pieces of my being
A lonely pile of broken thoughts

Will I ever be a whole
Or just a broken mass of cells?