Stop

I am my own anchor

I am my own ball and chain

Memories tied to my sordid past

Bring forth fountains of pain

I need no reminders of the failure I am

Lure

At the edge of the dark water

Will the lure 

Of the dark comfort

Draw me in

Giving way 

To what I am tired of fighting

So tired, so god awful tired

Quiet

That voice

That ugly nagging voice

You know

That voice

The one that constantly

Reminds me

Of what an utter

Failure 

I am

Reminds me of every failure

Constantly

Incapable of overcoming

This wall 

Of failures

Or the voice that reminds me

Pseudo

The tears they roll freely down my cheeks

The fears, unfounded, they make me seek

Sudden, onset sorrow, it barely lets me speak

Misplaced, for these feelings they make me want to hide

Invasive and pervasive, they simply have no place inside

Yet they swarm and gather and overwhelm my space

I am left feeling totally out of place