Dakotah Lavender

Anxiety

The world is a blur to me,

as I shake and shiver with worry.

It does not make sense to you,

It makes none to me too.

 

I pick my lips, bite my cheek,

due to my brain being a freak.

Just that I have no control,

for that, I look down on my soul.

 

I look at myself in disgust,

and ask is it myself I can trust?

I second guess all that I do,

afraid that I'll lose to you.

 

Why is it my brain can't see,

how ridiculous it can be.

Am I just a complete hot mess,

or is it that I am put to the test?

Comments3

  • Garry

    Every one worries. Admitting this is surely one way to prevent ot getting out of control. Especially when you admit it in such lovely verse.

  • Goldfinch60

    With words like these you are passing the test. Good write.

  • Dakotah Lavender

    Thank you both for the feedback.



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