Trapped

I am trapped,

Trapped in a vicious cycle,

A cycle of forcing a pill down my throat,

And as I gasp for air,

I force it down with water.

I am trapped,

Trapped in a cycle of anxiety,

A cycle caused by the pills,

But when I don’t take them,

The anxiety still roars. 

I am trapped,

Trapped in a mortifying cycle,

A cycle of a weakness, 

That can never be cured,

So I will fight forever.

I am trapped,

Trapped in a soul crushing cycle,

A cycle of going to work,

Just to come home and drown in more,

But if I don’t stay I will be there forever. 

I am trapped,

Trapped in a cycle of torment,

With people trying to make me snap,

But I won't let them,

So I suffer alone instead.

I am trapped,

Trapped in a cycle of acting,

Putting on a show for the whole world,

Acting like everything is fine,

When I know it is not.

I am trapped,

Trapped in a cycle of poetry,

So I won't go insane,

So I can show who I am,

While also hiding everything.

Reviews

[The Ink Chapters]

This is incredibly relatable and haunting at the same time. I don’t understand the last line though, not sure it’s a spelling error or something personal

[Sara Elyse Abrams]

The Last line was a typo. Thanks for telling me and thank you for this review.

[John the Baptist]

Gripping and grim, this one. Anxiety disorders make dealing with everyday tasks difficult, let alone dealing with obnoxious people. The speaker here seems to be walking a path alone, with no support, putting up a good front. A hard way to live, when medication combined with therapy has helped so many. Fortunately, poetry seems to provide a constructive outlet for the stress.
PS:Don't understand the first word of the last line.

[Sara Elyse Abrams]

I already fixed the typo. Thank you for the review.