Me and Poetry
Right foot, left foot
Walking down a dark path
Reaching for the light that bounces off the mirror
Right foot, left foot
I know you are right behind me
But I'm too numb to look at you
Right foot, left foot
I have to make a decision
Come clean with my anxiety or suffer in silence
Right foot, left foot
I finally sat on my chair
Grab the pen and the paper
Right hand, left hand
Let my anxiety fill the pages
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