Worry Research
Bleach
Borax
Soap
Rubbing alcohol
Grab whatever you can to wipe off the stupidity
Before it devours me
With its aimless teeth
And it’s crooked smile
But I haven’t known them for a while
Who am I to guess what they are
This anxiety that is eating me alive
Some terrible
Incorrect
Ruthless
Projection of who I am
But who I don’t want to be anymore.
Lifted, done.
Incontrovertibly decided, done.
Change your beliefs.
It will change your outcome.
You have the ability inside you.
From inside this old iPhone like an oracle
Answer the door to a newer world
One where irrationality won’t consume you.