There is something,

A nagging annoyance inside my brain

That controls me

And won¡¯t let me free.

It conquers my head,

Flooding it with negativity.

It sucks the life out of me,

Like a mosquito would draw blood.

And it is this same mosquito that thinks

That it¡¯s okay to torture me,

It¡¯s okay to bully me,

With a constant reminder of everything wrong.

And they all say that

I shouldn¡¯t let this pest affect me.

People are starving.

People are suffering.

But I still let it control me.

There¡¯s nothing I can do to stop it.

The mosquito is now a part me,

And there it will stay for now.

Constantly there to make me anxious

About anything that crosses my path.

There to intoxicate me with an electric shock,

Anytime I might actually feel content.

Maybe it will soon leave my brain,

But only to fly around the rest of my body,

And broaden it¡¯s already wide territory.

One day I will learn the ability

To productively use all of the anxiety

That it gifts me

And become successful.

And when I do,

I will have earned the strength

To kill the mosquito

That poisoned me all these years.