Headspace

Headspace empty yet so busy. 

Never pausing, constantly running over and over

Endlessly repeating always questioning every move, every thought

Until thoughts become I’m sorry because of the explosion of words and confusion.

The noise in my headspace the voices all around “You’ll never measure up” they say.

These demons crowd my headspace with poison that they spit. 

By: Me, Emmy

-Work in progress-