The voice in my head which sometimes feels dormant rises.
It whispers like a soft breeze, sometimes I can’t hear it.
The murmur is so soft and yet as it grows stronger in the blink of an eye it roars.
It rattles my brain.
It drives me insane.
I feel as though I grow mad and I feel trapped.
I am trapped inside my head.
I live controlled by fears and anxiety.
Of what? I don’t know.
What I do know is I want to run.
I want to free myself of these chains.
I want to break free from my head and live life like you.
You who have silence,
You that doesn’t panic.
You that I don’t know yet but each day I challenge.
You the side of me that is hidden.
The one that fights my anxiety.
The more I strike the stornger it gets.
Though my sword is sharp,
Anxiety’s shield is stronger.
So I must strike and strike again until that armor breaks.
I must fight and run and scream.
I must scream until my real voice is heard.
The one without fears.
The one who is stronger.
Everyday I struggle but every day that I fall and get back up I win a small battle.
Are there days when you beat me?
Are there days when you leave me in shreds?
The answer is yes.
But I cannot give up.
I cannot let you win.
A small battle won is not all there is.
We’ll clash and clash again but the war is the one that I will win.