Trapped

You’re trapped.

You try to escape, but to no avail.

Boulders are crushing your spirit,

Though physically you appear fine.

A puppeteer is pulling your smile,

But a frown of despair is fighting.

A pep in your step is what others will see,

Although your feet are heavy and dragging.

And a cry will coil inside you, so desperate to escape.

But a laugh is what will play at your lips.

It’s a constant battle really.

Wanting so badly for this front to be the real you.

But it’s not.

Because that’s what happens when depression hangs on you like a cloak. Tightening around and choking you of all things good.

And that’s what happens when anxiety pulls on every part of you, stretching you thin.

They say you are your own worst enemy.

That’s never been more true.

Because the only person keeping you trapped, is you.