Monsters Inside My Head

Let Me Rest - Dear Anxiety

For so long you have tortured me,

my body is now weak because of your poison--

I wish to vomit, though I am oh so restless.

My hands shake,

my vision blurs,

my head is dizzy--

yes, all from fear (fear from you).

Tell me, do you ever tire of making me miserable?

Don't you ever need rest?

No, of course not

for your energy is eternal as you take mine away.

Countless scenarios you place in my head to drive me mad--

and how well it works.

You are the master of what ifs,

the professional worrier,

the lord of all imagination.

You think me powerless against you (though sometimes true),

but you have grown weak.

I start to care less,

less,

and even less.

I no longer worry--

no, not too much (unlike before)

for your grasp is dissolving.

I fight with you as I dance with the snake for all eternity;

though my willpower may wane, I will not surrender.

You make me so tired,

you and that damn vampire.

Dear Anxiety, please let me rest.