For three years,
I've been stuck with it.
One of the many fears,
That I cannot beat.

Day after day,
Night after night,
I battle it,
With all my might.

The road ahead,
Seems so bleak.
What is it,
That I seek?

Every night,
I cannot sleep.
I want out,
That is it.


*I know this is a pretty weak attempt at poetry. But that's how I really feel. As I lay in bed, suddenly the words started rhyming in my head. So here I am, with my thoughts.