Anxiety Tornado

In an anxiety tornado
The views and angles spin and
Whirl around me,
Slicing and chipping away
At the frail and vain mask, 
I allow the public
There is a desire,
To let in the few that care to
Delve so deep
But with such few explorers in my life
I am left to keep these thoughts in the infinite cycle
of my mind
Until they encounter a
Back pressured alcoholic truth filled geyser