Angles of Anxiety
Fear of the unknown
do, or die
live for the moment
or live for the future
my mind never stops roaming
never stops wondering, thinking, stressing
it wont stop
the pills numb it from time to time
constant battle
is this a curse or a blessing
either way its my life, my mind
my train of thought is never ending
no subject goes unnoticed
i see the world and i dissect it
i see people and i look into there heart
that is how i think
that is what is always on my mind
who are you
will you hurt me
will you love me
will you be the end of me
or a giver of life
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