Prisoner to my own mind
which line do I walk
Anxiety's got a hold of me
I'm choking on my thoughts
Overthinking, the silver bars
that keep me trapped inside
Worry, a solid bed spring
where the true me runs to hide
Alone is where my mind takes me
not a single soul in sight
Pushed them away with hypotheticals
they are tired of the fight.
©jfalcon
J