My Thoughts
Anxiety is what I'd change
But it looks so out of range.
Waiting for the day
Those pesky thoughts will go away.
There not like normal thoughts, more
Evil in there demeanor.
Like a small poisonous frog forever croaking
The thoughts will surely end up choking.
A longing for some silence
With help from a little bit of science.
No need to feel shamed
Those pesky thoughts will soon be tamed.
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