Anxiety

I live in constant fear.

What a terrible place to be.

Void of the natural essence of life.

Worrying every second that something bad is about to happen.

That life is not in my favor.

That I am wrong and thus deemed to be emotionally tortured, singled out, and despised.

What a terrible place to be.

In a state of unmerciful disdain.

A never ending hell all my own.

To go to sleep and wake up only to face it all over again.

A day by day strife that sees no end. No absolution. No remediation. And no resolve.

An unmistakable hell.