Anxiety

I feel constricted...
Like a mental patient
who's use of sharp
utensils has been restricted
By this repetative anguish
that has been inflicted
As I battle the voices
That volley for lead role
in my head
All hungry to suffocate me
Like a Boa that hasnt been fed
I feel like a best selling book
that never got read
Or important last words
that never got said
Unexplainable sadness
and feelings of dread
Is the core of me
as I battle Anxiety...
I close my eyes and count to three
Praying that the voices dont follow me
Too many things have crowded down
From my day to day exsistance
defenses low on resistance
Can my soul go the distance
Can I give my self 1 more chance
Just to breathe...
and quell the beast inside of me
as I keep my poker face for society
cause Im seeking mental sobriety
As premonitions rape my dreams
Nothing I know is what it seems
As I struggle with the inner me
I fight to save my sanity
and the question remains
forever the same
Is there a cure for Anxiety...