My Own Enemy

Every hour of my days are filled with dread
Of the tiny voice stuck on replay inside my head
With it I am forced to play a game
I always lose and I wear the crown of shame

It questions the good in my "good morning"
The slightest mistake is met with continuous mockery
It plagues me with depressive auguries
And a constant sad feeling

I dare not talk among my peers
Each effort is met with boos and jeers
For everything I'm always apologizing
Its like I'm sorry for even existing

People tend to see me as weird
I'm always anxious and scared
I'm trying my best to cope
But each passing day I'm losing hope

A very heavy burden of guilt
Inside of me is inbuilt
I am told I'm a worthless waste of space
With no business being in this place

I try to with noise drown the voice
But it is louder and I'm left with no choice
There's nowhere to from myself hide
No matter how hard I have tried