paranoia


Foolish thinking Its all about me,
wrong or write through my eyes that's all i see

sweaty hands that never stop shaking
listen as i speak there's a story in the making

with my mind full of confusion
could this be reality or just one hell of an illusion
with every passing day, the pain becomes greater
in my chest.
this is just a sample of anxiety at its best.

happy thoughts that the end is insight,
wishful thinking that in the end i will be alright

with that being said i know you are here,
surrounding with your presence i have no reason to fear
thank you for having my back
always my brother; RYAN i love you dont forget that

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