Personal

Pages of my prolixly personal journal

Littered with feelings I only keep internal 

Voices in my head doubt my every move 

Existing like my purpose is only having something to prove

Controlled by someone no one can see

My mind, a timid house for tenacious anxiety

Thoughts that don’t feel like my own

Am I the worst person you’ve ever known? 

Pages of my prolixly personal journal

Littered with feelings I only keep internal

I’m not alone, struggles are universal

But, I am terrified of getting too personal.