The Choice to Voice

My personal thoughts, my voice

All I need is to make my choice

To tell myself to stay calm, to stay focused... to stay

It's the price I can't afford to pay

for my voice to be whisked away

My anxiety persuades me to leave 

I pull up my sleeve

just to see the scar

from the wound of destruction that seems so far

I try to tell myself "I am enough"

but it becomes too tough

My anxiety corrupts my happiness

All that's remaining is emptiness

They ask me if I am okay

a smile is what I portray

No one can see the source

of this distress inflicted by Anxiety's force

My personal thoughts, my voice 

I have made my choice

One way is to stay

Why can't I go away?

I keep saying I'll pray

It's my choice

to put my personal thoughts to voice