My Anxiety

So many of us trapped inside, as soon as we can we just run and hide..
Can't stand to be around those who love to express their pride, "Think about Me!" screaming the one inside..

Chapped cheeks from the valleys of flowing tears, always adjusting to adapt and overcome our fears..
Who will listen or do they care that we've been this way for years?.

It seems if no one is with us, just telling us "turn to Jesus"..
To give Him our anxiety, so it's not the end of us..
I don't know about you but I tried! Everyday I cried!
I told you I was fine but I lied!
He doesn't hear me, why? Because I'm blind!?

No I see quite well, I know this world is going to Hell..
I'm tired of the hate and violence, it's making me sick til I'm pale and blue..
I can see it doesn't bother you, now you know why I never tell you..

So if you don't mind, just let me sit here and do mine..
Yeah I'm here with my head down, praying He'll give you more time..

by John Lee