The vortex

It’s there, it always is

That small voice in my head

Always ready to pounce

It feeds on my uncertainties

My weaknesses give it strength

It is very good at playing hide-and-seek

Lets me soak in the illusion that I have won

And when the moment is just right

When I feel good and happy

When I feel like I belong

It jumps at my throat

And drags me into a whirpool

The strong currents pull me in

And I turn round and round

So that I cannot see anymore

The difference between right and wrong,

Truth and false, friends and foe

It has me just where it wanted

Confused and distorted so that I may not escape

This vortex of the mind