Dark eyes bulging at my every move
Staring me down and cutting my privacy
Slicing my eyes and diverting my concentration
Pump me full of lies I see
Whisper me my daily dose of false feelings
Tear me down like a wall only to rebuild and reclaim
You take my nails and scratch me close
Making every second meld the same
Fishhooks pierce my cheeks
A stick attached to my jaws
Make me talk and slobber
Expose my internal flaws
I breathe fire and inhale smoke
You won't allow a visitor's hour
Give me a moment of solitary confinement
My concrete will ever allow a flower
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How anxiety kind of just keeps you stuck really. It makes you it's slave and doesn't let you go
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