Issues

Words straight from a bout of stressful panicky restlessness while trying to do homework.

What the hell am I?

Why do I fight

To not feel these feelings

At work and in the night?

When I’m restless, despite

The tired-longing for peace

In my mind

For something to finally click

So I won’t fall behind

Trampled by the daily grind

Who the hell is this?

Why does he ache?

“Just be content and calm

Shut up for Heaven’s sake

You’ll run ragged and break”

But still he dreams

And plans his escape

From this surrounding prison

In which he’s raped

By assignments, tasks, games

And there I am

Looking into a glass

Straight back at myself

The mirror’s light is cast

Between the same two faces, masked

He and I

Are often overcome

And thoughts of ending it all

Don’t seem so dumb

When under fire by Panic’s gun