I'm trapped, trapped in a suffocating box no one sees. I can't escape and as more people get near? The smaller and tighter the box gets.
As the phantom box constricts, the les air reaches my lungs. I'm cooped up tight in an open space, trapped in between the ever shrinking invisible walls. The walls that no one sees.
My mind is frantic, my breathing strained and laboured. My voice has all but gone as a phantom clamp tightens around my throat. I appear crazed and uncertain to those around me.
Every look, every gaze from onlookers received is processed as nothing more than judgement and disgust. The voices, the ambient sounds around become so loud they're quiet, muffled almost.
I'm caged, caged by nothing but my own mind, my own imagination used against me in a sickening ploy to make me crumble. I can't breath or speak, unable to call out, unable to seek help.
For who else can understand this mind driven frenzied attack my own brain has created? Who can save me from the judgements, the turmoil and the pain my own mind has birthed? Who can save me from the beasts inside my brain?!
Who can save me from myself...?
