Anxiety

The Peace and The Panic

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Anxiety and I go a long way
25 to life, it modeled me like clay

In its cage, I die a little each day
Pushing smiles like plug and play

While crowds scowl at me like a prey
In my ears, I got hissing voices all day

Even when the light in my eyes decays to grey
It will shovel me up from my deep grave

To feast on me, as placid and peaceful I lay
Naked and numb, I’ll obey, be that as it may

Still, hoping for some light to scare it away
I’ll stay true till its sunny on that winter day


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