I cannot seem to break free.
From my anxiety.
It follows me everywhere I go.
Four walls; they are my prison.
The only place where I feel safe.
Nobody seems to understand.
I cannot find my way.
Going places.
Alone.
Afraid of the people.
That might see me.
Self-conscious of my body.
That no longer feels like my own.
Lost my appetite.
And even if I had one.
I cannot leave my home.
There's only so much medication can do.
I don't want to force myself upon anybody.
So I will cry in peace.
Between my four walls.
My home.
My prison.
Gaining strength to once break free.