If I’m Being Honest – A Poem

If I’m being honest

I don’t feel okay.

I feel like there’s a clutch 

Around my heart,

So tight that

I can barely breathe.

I attempt to cry

To unburden my soul

With all the gloominess I sense,

Only to shed a few forced tears.

This doesn’t help,

It doesn’t feel better.

The grip is getting tighter

And I feel like I’m sinking

In my thoughts and emotions.

My nights are sleepless

And my days crowded.

I’m not certain whether 

It is fear, anxiety, or tiredness

That’s making me restless.

But I wish there was a button

To shut it all down.