I try to find stillness from the noises in my head
I walk around faking nonchalance as thoughts bombard me
I can’t seem to quieten these torturous thoughts that have me captive

I detest how I can intimately feel the caress of their hands
I despair as I know it is only a matter of time until the weight is unbearable
I wonder how even the strongest of minds fall to thoughts from within

Another day threatens to pass
Another moment where I’m  desperately forlorn
Another hour where I have to win the contest of being human

I wish they only plagued me in the dark
I wish they only came to me when I’m deathly bored
I wish they were at their loudest when I’m alone

Why do they still come when I’m no longer distraught?
Why do they enjoy slipping in when I’m joyous?
Why do they scream at me when I’m practicing my daily rituals?

I feel untethered 
I feel wisplike
I feel overcome

The constant burden has run my spirit to the ground
The constant doubts have made my soul weary
The constant bombardments have left me indisposed

Why am I always fighting?
When is the culmination?
Why do they have your voice?

Who will I  turn to at this hour?
Who will hold my hand and lead me to normality?
Who amongst those around me will save me?

They know better than I do
They know what I refuse to concede
They know their noise will only get louder

I am untethered
I am wisplike
I am overcome