My Little Monsters

the monsters in my head

There's a million little monsters in me

Marching to their own beats

I can only control so many

They make my legs shake

My foot tap

And my fingers pick.

Fidgeting

Always fidgeting

I stop one and the other starts

I can no longer properly breathe

I'm drowning from lack of air

I'm drowning in this bubble

Trapped,

I can't seem to pop my way out.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

this is honest and who does not have to deal with their monsters .. there is a hint of illness that touches me .. many stigmas to go around .. your poem makes me want to just pause here and share the space ..
E.