A cloud of static,
Consumes my mind.
 
My heart races at the slightest thing,
And if you cut me,
Anxiety is what I would bleed.
 
I want out!
My mind screams.
 
My hand shakes,
As I reach for the door.
I’m hopeful I’ve found a way out.
 
Behind it is another door.
 
I’ve forgotten which doors I’ve already peaked inside,
For each room looks the same.
Hell is a maze.