Anxiety

In the darkest recess of my mind It’s echoes emanate, Its presence violates my very being. It whispers underneath my skin undermining everything, Twisting and dissecting how I’m feeling. I fight to gain a sense of power and feel it reel and start to cower, An inch of clarity, A breath without oppression, Then in an instant I’m aware of its dark impending stare, And the truth that comes from being its possession . The more I fight to keep it caged the greater I can feel it’s rage The more I try the more I fuel its fire, I tell myself I have control and that it doesn’t own my soul, But then it whispers back that I am just a liar.