The room with no doors (Anxiety)

Walking into the room,

Anxiety hits like a brick

Breaking a window,

smashing the collected calmness, I had been buying myself

With Time.

My heart feels like it's

running on and on and on and on.

Soon it's going to be worn out,

Like the motor of some boat,

The titanic, doomed to crash,

Crash and burn,

I'm the same but everyday

Changes me a bit,

Getting on the train

How do I act?...I forgot.

Trying to remember what it

feels like to feel free,

Careless.

Trying not to smile,

Have to be British.

Have to be the same.

One day I will break

The Mould.

Release, from the emotional captivity

That this anxiety is holding me in,

Like a trap.

Like walking into a room with no doors.