Inside my head are spiderwebs
Covered in hideous spiders.
Behind them they hide what’s in my mind
These webs, they act as dividers.
When anxiety spikes, I cannot think,
Fighting the spiders in my head,
With no weapons, no skills, no way to win,
But if the spider doesn’t end up dead
I can’t clear away the spiderweb
And reach what lies behind
I can’t breathe, I can’t see, my mind I can’t reach
In the threads I become entwined.
Everyday has become a struggle
To clear away the threads
Because if I don’t stop, or I give up,
I’ll get tangled in the webs.