The whispers of worry in my ears
Taunting me, choking me
Reminding of my all my fears
Constricting my chest, knees weaken
My eyes darken with memories
My trauma guides me like a beacon
To a dark place, a pit of panic
I shake and fight against the encore
I'm desperate, scared, frantic
I hate relieving those days, the pain
The fear, the abuse, the despair
Is there something wrong with my brain?
Why am I stuck in the past?
-SJ-