Anxiety.


Anxiety grips you down and keeps you on the ground.
It’s like a bully,
attacks your mental health and leaves a wound,
and makes you act pushy.

You can try and break free,
and make you want to end the day,
but it will come and make you feel unfree,
and take your chances away.

You can try and befriend it.
Have a healthy relationship,
but it will take your mind,
and leave a chip.

It will only come out in explosions.
Not at the best times.
Making you feel broken,
and feel like its a crime.

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