Who am i?

A stressed potato?

Or a depressed espresso?

Life has bought me to a point,

Where I don't know who I am anymore,

The only place where I find peace

Is a dark room, where I am all alone.

Thousands of things that I hated,

Are nie loved by me.

What's come over me,

It feels like somebody else.

I am sitting on my desk,

Thinking about my life, which an absolute mess.

I sit alone in a dark confined place,

Begging my thoughts to let me free.

My overthinking self,

Finds it difficult to let things be,

Anxiety creeps inside of me,

But I can't let it out.

For my thoughts,

my head is a jail.

The worst part is,

They can never get a bail.

Who am i?

I hope I find myself soon