Tight Rope

Walking a fine rope. Threatening to break. Anger boils inside me. Hostility seeping out.

Anxiety chases them both. The ordeal leaves me undone.  Trying to conceal whatever is next.

Insects crawl my skin, except they’re not there.

People follow me, except they’re somewhere else.

Paranoia invades me. So very real.

As I try to adjust, to figure out, just how the fuck will I make it throughout?