You You are what wakes me in my sleep. The darkened room filled with thoughts that creep You are my fears surrounding me trapping my body in moments of panic You are the box that keeps me still A paralyzed spine. New thought, new chill. You are the cold hand that touches my skin leaving me in shivers, your words cut like scissors You are that one free ticket to panic station where I gasp for air and shake my hands and pray that someone will understand what my body's trying to tell me because It defiantly didn't come with instructions. You are a pool of tasks I must conquer and I promise I didn't mean to dive in but now I'm drowning and you're mocking me. You are the grip around my neck getting tighter as each word tries to leave my dusty lips You are why I lose control And I try and try to listen to my body but you're playing it like a puppet and I'm sick and tired of living in this unresponsive corps You are dominant but I'm getting stronger I've been tossed around and weak but not for much longer You are always there and i used to be scared Just the thought of you coming used to thicken the air You are the master of this game but I'm now learning how to play You are my anxiety and this time I'm coming for you