Bomb

My mind is a bomb.

Laden with numbness,

Sadness,

And anger.

It ticks. 

I feel nothing.

My emotions wrapped

In a fog 

That only small

White

Capsules

Can penetrate.

They help.

And yet.

It ticks.

With each tock,

A new thought

Is spewed out

By anxiety.

You aren't good 

Enough.

You'll never be good

Enough.

You'll never be

Enough.

Tick.

I wait.

Knowing this is the calm 

Before

The storm.

Soon.

Tick.

Tock.

Soon,

My screams will rise as high

As mountains.

My tears will fill depths

Lower than oceans.

My tremors will

Shake the very core of

The earth.

Tick. 

Tock.

Tick.

I can't breathe,

The dreading anticipation.

It fills me,

To the point,

No oxygen can pierce my 

Lungs.

Enough.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

So much.

Too much. 

I can't.

My mind is a bomb.

And it waits.