writhing under my skin,
is a force
so dark and deep,
it spies on me
with my own eyes.
it waits for the best moments
to make them the worst times.
it fumbles with my brain
changing ideas and thoughts.
it's the tiny whisper
in my ear
that tells me
little secrets.
it's the hidden drive
that forces adrenaline
to ignite throughout my body
and rushes me to be daring.
so daring
that the adventure then breaks me.
and it's not like it didn't intend
on hurting me more,
no,
that's what it wanted.
it's the pull of anxiety
that is in us all.
you can't expect it to go away overnight.
why?
because it's inside you!
located everywhere,
in your veins,
in your heart,
in your brain,
everywhere.
no sleeping it off,
no pushing it aside,
it hops from victim to victim
spreading the feeling inside us.
only to either benefit the urge of darkness
or yearn for the light.
so what will it be?
what's your choice?
choose wisely,
because this will set out your future
one way
or another.

~mine