Silence Poem by Princy Prince

Anxiety is dragging me down to the ground,
Throwing me to the wolves.
They bruised me and spit on me,
Till they feel satisfied.

What am I to them?
What am I to this world?
What am I to myself?
Just a lowly coward, I guess.

Tears roll down my cheek,
I feel paralyzed.
My body would not move,
But it is obedient to the wolves in sheep clothing.
Who were once the people I used to love.

Now I am in the corner of the room,
Where the left me hanging onto the end of the rope.
I wonder if they are satisfied?
I wonder if they are really gone.

I guess they are not done yet.