Anxiety

just one more breath

nice and slow, think it through

isn't life or death; see?

what do you want to do

I wish this wasn't me

 

living with this constant cage

no peace for my mind

oh it's just a stage, is it?

fight/flight I'm inclined

my mind left for me to quit

 

shaking, crying, pale

dreams so close till I fall 

and yet again fail

empty; outward I call

 

anxiety detour

I again endure

nothing remains secure

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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