Poems/Six Word Memoirs

Trapped in a Prison of my own Making

Sick excitement builds within me.
I can feel my demons hatching a plan.
One that will be both grand and awful.
One that at first I hated and ignored,
But their plan is one that I now lust and desire for.

These invisible demons that plague me,
Are ones that I cannot escape from,
Because they live and grow in my head.
Their names are anxiety, depression, migraines, and starvation.
They feed off one another to strengthen their destruction.

I cannot escape them.
For how do you escape demons of your own making?
I am trapped in a prison of my own making.
There is no escaping for me.
These demons and I are one.

The demons wishes are becoming my wishes.
Their dark thoughts are the only thoughts that fill my mind.
Their anger, hate, and sadness become my own.
I can't tell if these demons are taking over forcefully,
Or if I just let them walk through the front door.

These demons and I are one.
Their names are anxiety, depression, migraines, and starvation.
Their dark thoughts are the only thoughts that fill my mind.
And their plan is one that I now lust and desire for.