Anxiety
Anxiety is a plague in which my mind plays prisoner.
Watching, waiting, worrying.. who am i?
They seem my smile- the fale perception,
Do they feel my mind?
Struggling in the abyss of pressure,
The pillow feels my screams.
I am a daisy in under-nournished soil,
A deep brown desiring to be gold.
I long for sunlight,
I long for a bright future,
Help me grow.
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