Inside

The tips of my fingers deep purple,
I grip the leash tighter
To hold the beast still;
Intrusive thoughts love to trespass.
They shoot to kill.
It’s unreal.

Chains and chains and chains and chains
In my brain it’s insane,
Change and change and change and change
The only way I can stay.

The range of things I feel in a day,
I can’t begin to relay,
The thoughts I bury and push away,
For a sec I’m okay.

My life at 40%
60% I must hide,
Because the beast will always linger,
But it must never come outside.