Anxiety Room

I wonder if I really need you.

Question it.

My army is always set to face you.
I curl up inside and lay behind them.

And as soon as the yelling is over,
An upheaval of rage stirs inside me.

And I can't surrender, or be still.
There's a sharp pain in my heart.
A sharp pain in my lung.

I just need out.
The walls are closing in.
My heart is palpitating.

The time to stand awaits.
Another door breaks.

Everything inside,
Attacking myself.