F.I.T.S.

F*ear
 
it takes me to places
I'd rather not go
runnin' around inside my head
visualizin' , surmizin', realizin' pain's flow

I*nsecurities

deeply rooted,  rottin' me
wonderin', blunderin', filled with questions
as the answers continue to evade as if intentionally

T*acit

I sit in the  well of self contempt
memorizin', I'm  disguisin', emotions spill
as I die each night
 with every nightmare I've spent

S*uddenly

 I awaken and the demons
ridin', they  hidin', beyond a sullen moon
til next they delve into their dirty work
occupyin' the mental's cluttered room...