Anxiety~ at its best of times


You fill in my stomacah and make me quail and quiver depending

on how I look at your useless intent at making me deliver

a false pretense of myself before others knowing that I

would not even front for my brother whose

soul I owe a great gratitude, and yet I fall short for

those who call me dude and friend who I don't know

Why, oh, why is anxiety such a bitch!

It is a bitch that will leave her name at my doorstep

when all she was was a girl I bumped into by one step

of my imagination she fills me with despair... But I love the way she

feels and her entrancing hair flowing,

in my face every second I am scared.



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