Anxious
addicted to zoning out
but still learning about growing out
my mind is always filled with doubt
as I drop the ashes into the grout
I wonder why I'm a social drought
incoherent mumbling what am I talking about
the silence is so loud right now
take another hit I dont want to fall back down
paranoia so thick I could drown
everyones staring like I'm a clown
conscious of every sound I make
been told life is a bitch give and take
I just want to wake up
and not be afraid too look at whats in my cup
be able to play my hand of cards
and not have to worry about how hard everything could be
move my own hands so I can see
I'm waiting for the day I can be myself without tree's