I am....

I am

full of dread

each and every

single day

scared

of the world

frightened of me

I am

drowned

in thoughts

that twist

and turn

down obscure

paths

I am

helpless

and feeble

though it's

defended well

by cloaks

and daggers

I am

unsure

of where

or if

I belong

so peering

through bars

is where I stay

I am

always

thinking the worst,

things taken

personally

full of guilt

as I know I shouldn't

I am

exhausted

from giving my best

giving all

that I have

till there's

no more left

I am

just me

nothing more,

nothing less

most days

it's just painful

knowing there's nothing else.