Ode To The Broken Girl

There's a guest in me

A guest that has named themselves Anxiety

And suddenly I'm too blind to see

That I? I am sick

And those around me must be thick 

To think that I am alive and well for the exterior 

Is not what my interior hides

I try 

And fail 

To find a happiness that doesn't exist 

I am but hollow tree stump that lives to resist

The help from those who tell me they care

And suddenly I am no longer me

But the she that they want me to be

I know nothing but pain in my heart

The emptiness that starts 

To consume and fume and suddenly I have no room

I am filled up with regrets

Depressed

My mistakes live in houses inside my head 

And each night I go round the block

Trick or treating for memories 

That hide in me 

And suddenly

I - can’t - stop.