Anxiety
How my mind feels all of the time.
Anxiety follows me where I go.
No matter where I go.
She is always there.
Sometimes trapping in a steel cage.
Stopping me from being free.
Scaring me from crowds.
Fun is not around
For it is hard to be found.
Sleep escapes me
For my mind never stops.
Wait what about this
Wait what about that.
I just want quiet
So sweet slumber can come
Without thunder.
Crippling me into a small pile
That feels like vile.
Screaming in my head.
Did I say the right thing?
Did I do the right thing?
My head pounds
While I feel like it runs around.
Even in the daylight.
Half of the time
There is no light.
Anxiety follows me.
No matter where I go.
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