In My Mind

Mute.

I have a lump in my throat.

I talk and then I can't.

I feel Mr Depression curl up.

And get comfy in my stomach.

Then he travels up my chest.

To my throat, cutting off my voice.

Then Mr Anxiety takes Mr Depression's old spot.

In my stomach, making a home.

Causing me to doubt myself.

Effectively burying my voice.

Deep within me, making me.

Mute.

Then Miss Panic comes into my head.

She's whispering things to me.

That I can't escape, at all.

The things she says.

She does her job well.

Make me panic and harden the.

Lump in my throat.

Pushing my voice deep inside.

Causing me to think I'll never.

Hear it ever again.

They work together, as family.

A twisted, twisted family.

As they make me hate myself.

Causing me to be.

Mute.

After awhile, they go away, only.

To come back, made anew.

Stronger than they were.

Taking my voice again.

With their grubby hands.

Mr Depression is worse.

Mr Anxiety is worse.

Miss Panic is worse.

Mr Depression has taken so much.

From me, mainly my happiness.

The joy I had as a child is gone.

Sucked away by his evil self.

Mr Anxiety has taken too much.

My confidence, my swagger.

The love I had for myself.

Making sure I would tell.

No one how I felt.

Miss Panic has taken a lot.

She has made so that.

I don't like going outside.

Her and her brother, Mr Anxiety.

Made it impossible.

And all together with their father.

Mr Depression.

Have made it so I am rendered.

Mute.

A/N I'm so sorry I haven't updated. I haven't really been writing poems. I'd also forget to put them here but well I did this so yeah.