"Anxious Ami"
I seem to kind of struggle with a thing called anxiety.
Although, It's not quite me, you see,
It's more like these voices, trapped inside my head,
Usually telling me that I should probably stay in bed,
because what if today's the day that we all die?
I know that probably seems quite dramatic to you,
because even though I thought it, It seems quite silly to me too.
I'm just so afraid of never being good enough
So when things in my life get super tough,
I give up before I even bother to try.
It's taken me some time but, I rejoice in some small victories
Such as, courage filled days of no overthought mental inquiries.
I love when I have more rainbows than rain,
because a muddied mind doesn't make for the best mental terrain,
So instead I've decided that I'd rather release my mind to let it freely fly.
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