The Target 🎯

Anquished thoughts like weights around my feet
Impeding progress
Tearing into my mind
A shower of well placed vollies
Knocks me to the ground
And leaves me in a worsen state
Than had I left the field
Retreating like a coward
Yet,keeping my mind in place
Instead the shield's toren from my hands
Left vulnerable without any armor
Confused and dazed
The perfect target