Anxiety

October 26, 2019

Every night I can feel it Like some evil spirit Watching me in the dark Waiting for the spark Of fear that will breathe life into its world and intensify the strife That I feel every hour to remind me I have no power in the storm of the world that I try to live in, try to survive But there's no port in this storm Only voices demanding that I conform To the accepted standard and way That everyone else lives, to stay quote “normal”, to never speak of the storm inside that seeks to wreak havoc on my person, on my world It's so much easier to remain curled Up inside, never risking the chaos outside Is it real? Is it fake? I can't decide. So I look out, and the room is completely quiet But in my head, it's a riot Of thoughts and emotions whirling and stumbling And it all keeps jumbling How I feel inside, who I am All I want is to understand This world, this storm, this panic, this fear To know why it must always draw near. Why can't it stay away? Why won't it leave? All I want is for it to relieve me of its terror and give me some peace All I want is for the storm to cease All I want is for it to stop

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