A slew of good intentions under a pile of broken dreams
The same anxieties return as my mind runs through different scenes
In each one I differ slightly, only on the outside do I vary
Each variation, its own nightmare, reveals fear I still carry
These fears are hard to face for they are lasting and abhorrent
The voice inside my head says they're nothing, but I'm forced to ignore it
I don't know if I'm the liar or if the liar is that voice
All I know is that when the bottles are refilled, I will not have a choice
The descriptions of the feeling are very lively and detailed, making this poem so very agitating.
The length of it is great too, and the end is very strong and well chosen.
Very profound writing- wonderful work.