When I was young I ignored them, with every breath, step and feeling I ignored them. I had fun, loved life . They couldn't control me . As I got older they got bigger, stronger, louder as I got weaker . I walked through life like normal, like they weren't sitting on my shoulders telling me that he hated me, she hated me and Most of all, I hated me. I fought to ignore the fact that they had their long sharp hands around my neck making it hard for me to breathe or speak. They mocked me, I was their prisoner without a door to get out. I was weak to them their puppet on a string. If they didn't want it, I didn't get it. There was no life behind my shallow eyes, they've taken over. I'm just a shell. They've trapped me inside of me. I yell and scream but no one will ever hear me, the real me. I acknowledge that this is it, I am them and they are me. I ask myself why I can't break free, why does this have to happen to me? My chest is constricted, my head is light, I'm falling apart with their hands still holding on tight. I look into the mirror and look deep into their eyes, they look back with a smile. They smile not because they're happy but because I'm not. They came with a purpose and they have succeeded . These aren't the monsters under your bed, these are the monsters that live inside of you. The monsters the make you hate you. Push you to the edge until there's no more room, you can turn back and fight them more or you let go and jump. I feel my last heart beat and I look him in his eyes one last time I was able to get the strength to ask his name as I was falling I heard the monster mutter, anxiety is my name