The Unseen Battle

I must get out of bed

Bed, where everything is fine

Fine, but this fine is fake

Fake like the calm in my head

My body aches

Aches to be out of bed

Bed, the gilded cage of my own making

Making it so emotion never wakes

Why can’t I move

Move even just one foot

Foot over foot and I could run

Run to- nothing, I will never improve