Anxiety
YOU DON’T SEE IT, BUT IT’S ALWAYS WATCHING
IT STARES AT YOU STRAIGHT IN THE FACE
YOU THINK YOU CAN OUTRUN IT, YOU’RE BOTCHING
IT FOLLOWS YOU WITHOUT A SINGLE TRACE
YOU MAY BE THINKING OF SOMETHING ELSE
BUT IT CREEPS UP ON YOU LIKE A SHADOW
IT’S SO SMALL, I DON’T NOTICE IT MYSELF
IT SHOOTS AT YOU LIKE A LITTLE ARROW
IT’S LIKE MONSTERS UNDER YOUR TINY BED
IT’S CREEPING, IT’S CRAWLING ITS HERE FOR YOU
AT FIRST, IT’S ALRIGHT THEN YOU'RE LEFT DEAD
YOU LET IT GO, FORGET ABOUT IT, YOU KNOW
YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS, SOCIETY
HERE IT IS FOR YOU, IT’S ANXIETY
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