when everything becomes too muchmy
when everything becomes too much
my brain is filled to the brim
with stress anxiety and such
I'm drowning, help me swim
I need to isolate myself, my fortress of solitude
warm blankets, sweet candles, feeling serene with the knowledge
that in here I am safe to brood
till my mind has quieted, my levels have fallen
and once again I am calm
This poem is about:
Me