I am an exposed nerve.
A hypersensitive person.
Rattled by the slightest look,
I wish I could turn it off.
I over analyze everything,
playing back conversations,
over and over in my head,
I would make it go away.
I question myself always.
Doubting who I am,
and wondering what I want.
I want it to leave me for good.
Self loathing constantly,
hate me, my thoughts,
all of the time.
I can’t stand it any more.
Despair overtakes,
dread multiplied each day,
not ever going away.
I now say never again.
I am getting stronger,
and my demons not.
They are losing nerve.
I can win this night.
Stronger still, I resist,
the devils burn before me,
fleeing my fury, they run
I know I will win this fight.
Poetry