Anxiety


Screaming,
That's all I hear.
It's almost as if your brain is divided in four.

One part is reasonable,
It tells you what you know and is usually right,
But it can be reasoned with and changed.

A second part is only half as reasonable as the first.
It creates doubt, unsureness.

The third piece of your brain is even worse,
Its that part of the brain that hears what is said,
Then it takes it and twists it,
Convincing the other parts of the brain that it's right.

The last part does nothing to help,
All it does is scream at you, insulting you.

All of this activity makes your brain shut down.
You sit there with tears streaming down your face.
You rock back and forth with no avail.
No one can help you.
You're alone.

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