The boulder built me

The boulder of my thoughts
the inadequacy
Of my actions
Comingling and consummating
Created the birth
Of my frustrations

Anxiety pulls me
Deep into the pits
Of my self-destruction
I am lonely/isolated
By my own demands

I want to let the boulder fall
But the rockslide
Bound to happen
Will crush those below
The ones I care about

I am screaming out
But my sound-proof box
Is echoing my voice
On repeat
Only louder
For just my hammer and anvil
To hear.