Border Wall

I feel like my mind is a border wall:

It is being invaded by hundreds of thousands of emotions, thoughts, delusions, chaos.

I try and stand at the edge and fight them all off, but my armor is weak and out of date...

I knock one down, and a hundred more appear...

The fight gets old...I get lax, then the invaders come over the wall and infiltrate my brain, filling every room, destroying furniture, all talking at once, depleting the food and oxygen I try to store...attacking the soul, killing my spirit.

My wall is not fortified with soldiers,  brick or mortar...its only fortified with the whims of my mind.

A mind teetering on the brink of collapse...