Mar 7 • General discussion
Anxiety
Anxiety
The shake in my hands
No one ever understands
They just demand
Like it’s my job to follow their commands
Commands
They tell me what to do
I thought I had made a breakthrough
I am not see through
See me
See me
I am not invisible
You are not formidable
What you see is what’s visible
What I am is unbreakable.
Unbreakable
I am not broken pieces
The hold you have on me it decreases
No it releases
I am not just one of your show pieces
Pieces
I am anxiety
Everything I do is a silent plea
I am lost in my own Black Sea
I am anxiety
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