The monster just won't let me be
I shuffle through each day worriedly
Struggle to breathe cause someone said hello to me
Man I hate this anxiety
It claws it's way through from thoughts subconsciously until it takes over my entirety
Oh the irony that this mentality just generates yet more calamity
I hate my anxiety but the monster is swarming me
The beast in me that makes me speak angrily
This idiosyncracy of my individuality that keeps me living behind a metaphorical palisade I think will grant me safety.
Thoughts lonely
Eternally my own worst enemy
Controlled by the monster inside me
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Comments3
The angst of this really comes through alarmingly.
When there is no harm to those around me or myself, the cold winds and rain are kept from my body and there is food to eat, my anxiety is pacified.
My old friend anxiety...I know thee well, and you articulate the subject very well, here. Nice piece!
there are so many of us that struggle with anxiety and or panic attacks....you have expressed yourself well! Thanks for sharing!
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