Anxiety
We rub it under our eyes trying to hide the demons we face at night.
Suddenly something clicked in my mind.
Why?
Who am I fooling?
Everyone probably knows I'm falling into the deep slumbers of the night only to be woken up by the sound of my own fright.
So again I ask myself.
Why?
Who am I fooling?
Is it my own insecurities I'm hiding from?
Or is it the demons deep inside following me like a nightmare I can't fight.
Kicking and screaming, scratching at my throat begging and pleading to be let out,
To see the thing they call light.
But my demon has a name, one that is overlooked by society.
My demon, is called anxiety
