Saturday, October 27, 2018

poem about anxiety 10-27-18

Man, I know other people have it worse
But the anxiety about has my head ready to burst

What did I do to deserve this curse?

Where can I run? Where can I hide?
Never mind, I can’t escape my mind.
The feeling of terror is inside

At least I’m not paranoid as well
Paranoia is similar to hell

I want to take a vacation from my brain
But that means being insane
for some reason I’m fighting to stay sane

so I’ll just walk around with my head held high
knowing the battle I fight inside
and try to get this life right

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