The poetry oasis [English]

Who am i?

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 now 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 cannot 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