The voices in my head chitter, chatter,
burn it, smash it, break it, no matter
as I haven’t left the house in decades,
agoraphobia locks the doors and shades
pulled down to keep out the fear,
no one to point and shout and sneer
as I scrub and dust and clean
imaginary dirt and germs within.
Torrettes cause eruptions from my lips,
F&*k it, F&*k it, F&*k it, T#ts.
Tics and twitches cause my insomnia,
Doctors suggested trying yoga!
Anxiety chews like a rat in my mind,
harder to concentrate, I find
the room starts to spin as I struggle to breathe,
I need a paper bag, in frustration I seethe
at my unorganised brain as I try to remember
where I had seen one last, I cry out in anger.
It starts to go black as I go into shock,
I guess you could call this a mental block.