Anxiety is the voice that tells me how I'm wrong
Singing the same damn song
Never off just always on
Anxiety is that snaking feeling
That grabs my heart and leaves me reeling
But I just have to keep concealing
Anxiety is the buzzing sound
That makes my head keep spinning round
And I just feel lost but never found
Anxiety is dying like a flower
As I run out of power
So I start to wilt and cower
Anxiety is trying to keep fighting
But it strikes me down like lighting
And everything is just so frightening
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Naeners (
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Well written and expressed
I really like this. I associate with it deeply. I often wish anxiety had a "mute" button. Great job articulating what many of us feel, but can't express.
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