My thoughts are intrusive bombs I can’t fathom into words. I’d like to think of myself as a good man, but then bam!! I get hit with another blasphemous, horrendous, god-awful thought. “I can’t help it, I’m a good person!!” I scream to my demons. They whisper back “You are a disgrace. You should never have been born!” Tension rises within me. It starts in my stomach and works it’s way up to my chest. It feels like the demons in my head have trapped my soul inside my body. The light inside is desperately trying to get out. But it’s stuck inside the anxiety. I must confess. I must let my soul escape through my words. I must be seen as the good person I long to be.