Tingling goes up my legs and down my arm.
Adrenaline.
As the room gets smaller I hear my heartbeat increases.
Anxiety.
The room gets smaller and smaller.
Claustrophobia.
I fear there is someone behind me.
Paranoia.
Nothing is clean.
OCD.
I need to get out of here.
Fight vs. Flight.
Why am I like this?
Depression.
My soul is a caged bird.*
Trapped.

I can’t find a safe place.
In my room, In the shower.
It follows me.
My demons demand to dominate my piece of mind.

Serotonin.
I lack it.
But what did I gain?
Maturity.
But was that worth my innocence?