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
We all are aberrant from the ways of this world in one way or another | Sub-Editor at Smartprix.com
