If it's not broken ... try, try again

I hate the feeling I get when I think about life
my stomach ties into a million knots
my body feels ready to fall to the floor
my mind always wanders to the same door
"worst case scenario" painted on it in bold letters
it's my own personal Pandora's Box
once I reach it I can never turn back
I open the door
not just a little
I swing it wide
darkness and horror envelop my being
I see all my worst nightmares come to life
ghastly pictures swim around my head
haunting sounds pour into my ears
I close my eyes tight and press my hands to my ears
but nothing works because it's not a nightmare anymore
it's reality