My Own Skin

Being comfortable being you

This manic condition inside

    Chronic acute anxiety

Symptoms that i cannot hide

    Brought by my own propriety

  

Perhaps by my own accord

    Or genetic predisposition

This ailment i cannot afford

    Has become a terminal condition

Has me eating glass

    Stuck on needles and pins

Impervious to the past

    That's where it all begins

From the pacing of the floor

    To perpetually feeling nervous

As i am welcomed at the door

    By sins offering full service

Never feeling at ease

    Free from the enemy within

This itch , a mind disease

    Buried beneath my own skin...

   

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Well we all seem to have this ailment it goes with being a writer i think

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Wow such a deep sad poem.
Depression comes in many forms and we must each find a way of living with it.
Some very expressive lines.
Good write.