Hostage

How am I to move forward?

When the thing holding me back are the confines of my own mind

When my fears become my obstacles and my sadness a full fledged monster

How am I to fight the demons when they come from within me

When they twist and turn reality into a weapon against my will

When they shatter my soul against itself a thousand times each day

And I have to pick up those broken shards piece by piece

Telling myself that I am okay

How am I to move forward?

When I'm held hostage by the redundant fears

And the humiliating situations

Created by my anxious mind

Where each breath seems heavy and distorted

Do I look fat today?

Are my sweat stains visible?

Is there something in my hair?

Are people staring at me?

Am I being mocked?

Every minute outside the comfort of my home

Seems like an eternity that has yet to pass

But maybe I will overcome this too

Assuring my overactive imagination

That today, I am perfect just the way I am