All the Notes I'll Never Leave

A list.

Fame, my dark mistress, how sweetly you call, fingers twisted but beckoning to draw me from my wall.

But Anxiety, her cousin, as heavy weighted as sin, holds me back, keeping my heart's steady rhythm under attack. She keeps what could be trapped within and held back.

Depression, Anxiety's twin, Hello to you once again, It has been a while since you have beat me, but still your eyes glimmer like the trickster you are, and I fear that another attack lies not far.

PTSD, a friend of the three, unconfirmed but still hovering about me, screaming of things I would rather forget, and puppeteering my stings as if I am a marionette- INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, have dropped in for a visit, today what will I believe to kill me? Perhaps a freak earthquake? DO YOU SEE WHAT THIS DOES TO ME?! This is truly no way to live, is it?

Paranoia, I fear she is drawing rather near, I hear her whispers and rumors which she directs towards my ear. I can't help but listen, for the more I ignore, the more terror imbedded in my tear.

This list could go on forever you see, for within my imperfection.... there are a million perfections wrong with me.