My morals repress me to hold back
Rumors slowly feeding off my energy and happiness
Tormenting my inner self
A white flag thrown
Yet it doesn’t cease
Blind to the screams of help
What a monster

Stress eating me alive
Scraping the inside of my stomach
Peeling off my bones
My heart being broken off piece by piece
My brain rotting spreading from the outside in
Slowly burning the back of my eyes
This monster will be the death of me

No more motivation
Only lethargy
No more self esteem
Only self hate
No more passion
Only dullness

I’m not scared of this virus
It will not be the death of me
But it could be the death of my soul
My conscience eaten alive

Why is this monster so friendly?