I start my day, battery drained.
Attempting to charge itself to no avail.
I inject my veins with the caffeine,
Making me feel alive.
My skin tingles,
My brain can't keep up with its own thoughts.
The battery acid taste of anxiety takes its hold.
In a constant fear of my own self,
The battery drains once more.
The more I talk, the battery drains,
Propelling the last bit of its energy to my body.
Robotic in motion and in thought,
I will eventually make it home.
Lying in bed, falling asleep once more.
Knowing that I will start my day,