I'm living in my own head.
It's not nice there.
Full of negativity, anxiety, and fear.
Fear of the past, the present, and the future.
There's no one to blame.
Because I'm the one who responsible to build.
I'm trapped.
Trying so hard to escape, but those thoughts possess me.
I sometimes succeed to go out, but not too far.
Only three steps away.
I'm living in my own head.
Place that supposed to be I can create on my own, as I want it to be.
But, I'm not good at creating comfort in me,
while develop the fearness and anxiety is the easiest.
or maybe, I just don't want it to be comfort?
I'm living in my own head,
and I wish, I can redecorate it,
to be more beautiful, more joyful.
More often.