ANXIETY

I have this thing in me

people call it

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sometimes my heart forgets its functions

stops, slows and races for some reasons

air rushes in and out

no words to figure-out

the stomach adds to the show

forges its anger, all in a row

my mind acts cool though

it goes numb

like there's no way to go

my last two brain cells in a corner

figure things out like a foreigner

At the last, I surrender

to my own weapons

it's scary, those 60 seconds

yet before I rest my case

let me embrace my face

it's the only one that acts the same

no eyebrow arches

no folds on the skin

no discoloration

not even a hint

like a close friend

keeps the secret till the end

Because;

I have this thing in me

people call it

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