Anxiety

Timid

Shy

Afraid

Anxiety.

Curious

Focused

Freedom

Anxiety.

As I grow and evolve, I am always left with one thing

Anxiety.

As I see new ideas, new ways of life, there is always

Anxiety.

Confidence

Happy

Love

Anxiety.

It is a part of who I am

Anxiety.

But it doesn't stop me from becoming a better me

Anxiety. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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