Count; One, Two, Three

An internal betrayal, sure 

Anger, sadness, hopelessness

An eternal spiral of these emotions

I boil over

Once again

My mind jumbled with a million words

These “demons” who speak with loud crescendos mimic my voice

Its concise and clear

Don’t exist

Please be quiet, I can’t hear

Don’t push

Hush, its too loud

Don’t try 

Please stop

Stop, it hurts

My mind is numb and my heart might burst

I can’t breathe, my lungs fail, I can’t see

Please make it stop

BE QUIET

I sit in silence

Breathe

Breathe

Breathe

Count; one, two, three

I anchor myself to an object in the room 

Describe it

Then, silence

Count; one, two, three

This poem is about: 
Me

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