The Possession

I did not know you,
I did not let you in,
You had no right to strip my soul from within

I could not hear you, see you, or give you a touch,
But you took me in haste, I know this much

I tried to fight you, kick and scream;
You still took over,
Rushing into me with your evil scheme

I tried to breathe, but you were choking me
Why can't I see you?
What the hell could this be?

The physical toll excruciating,
Slowly turning into the monster you were creating.
I could not grasp onto you,
Do you have a name?
God help me I am going insane

You took everything I once was and knew
You took a bite and had a good, hard chew.
I slowly figured you out and gave this possession a name
You are called anxiety, depression, and pain