This poem was generated by OpenAI's language model, ChatGPT. Any resemblance to existing poems or authors is purely coincidental.
Anxiety, a shadow that haunts me day and night,
A constant worry that I cannot quite fight.
A storm of thoughts that leaves me in a daze,
A feeling of fear that I cannot escape.
A heart that races, a mind that won't slow,
A burden so heavy, I don't know where to go.
I try to calm down, but it's all in vain,
For anxiety's grip is just too insane.
The weight of the world is crushing my chest,
A whirlwind of thoughts that I cannot rest.
A voice that whispers, a nagging pain,
A feeling of hopelessness I cannot explain.
But I know I must fight, I must rise above,
For the battle with anxiety is something I must love.
I'll find my strength, and I'll find my voice,
For I am a warrior, with a heart full of poise.
So I take a deep breath, and I close my eyes,
And I whisper a prayer to the sky above.
And I know that I'll conquer this beast in my mind,
For I am strong, and I am not confined.
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