the mighty oppressor,

he digs his serrated fingernails into my veins.

the insufferable pain becomes too much for me

it weighs me down like a withered anchor in the sea.

 

they tell me to take a walk and i'll feel better,

they think that i am just under the weather,

but he has me in his grip,

never loose enough to let me slip.

 

the others will never understand the quotidian asphyxiation,

the constant grip of him around my neck like a tightly knotted noose.

i can never escape from him - not even in my chimeras.

he's there sticking his head in to ruin my fun.

 

he is there when i am shopping - beckoning me toward the mirrors,

and in a crowded place, pleating the people around me, drowning me.

but it's the worst when i'm alone, surrounded by nothing but my thoughts.

he dominates them and makes my aspirations his own.

 

they tell me to take pills - but even then he never truly runs.

he hides for a little while and sneaks up on me often.

every time he sees me smiling, he contrivances his attack,

sending me multiple steps back.

 

i can never truly run free in this valley of green trees,

he keeps me on leash - too scared to even speak.

i am a detainee inside of his jail,

one might even refer to it as hell.