You ask me how I’m doing
And I tend to say “just fine”.
But deep inside’s a monster
And he’s trapping me in vines.

They wrap around my neck
So at times I cannot speak.
They paralyze my body
To the point where I feel weak.

I’m trying to get better
Every day’s a battle won.
With every breath that steadies me
I pray the monster’s done.


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