Anxiety
I have bad Anxiety, I get panic attacks,
And I know in life it's had many drawbacks,
but I can't help the way my mind works,
you might just have to accept all my quirks.
I care too much and I think to far,
It's like trying to follow a tree in a moving car.
Cursed am I, the one who is Omniscient,
You'd think my heart and soul would be sufficient.
My drum beats quicker with every outcome in my mind,
Sweat is dripping faster, my teeth starting to grind.
I try to keep my thoughts away but they consume my soul,
Every fiber of me begs, release me from this hole.
I try to change and have a hope that maybe one day you'll see,
My brain is wired differently and that's what makes me me.
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