Anxiety
There is fear inside of me
The monsters under my bed
Are reality
They are not tangible creatures
They are memories
But make no mistake
They still have the sharpest teeth
I feel sick
When the walls began to speak
I hide from the light
And loathe myself for being weak
Worthless
Used
Broken
The only courage I have is thrust upon me
To defend those I love
Inspires endless bravery
Because somehow I broke that cycle
I will not let someone be hurt like I was
But the devil on my shoulder
Says it will never be enough
And the angel fell silent long ago
I am the patron saint of lost causes
And he knows
This isn’t self-hatred
This isn’t low self esteem
It is the struggle
It is the scream
Because I wear my terror on my sleeve
Perhaps that makes the most courageous of all
A coward at the edge of the cliff
But ready to fall
Because I am not scared today that I feel the horror
And I am aware that there will always be more
And this is war
I can’t accept defeat
The fear can crush and cut
But it will not kill me