How can somebody who used to disappear into the crowd suddenly always appear in the foreground of my mind?
How can they consume my every waking thought?
How can they be the cause of bursts of joy and hours of melancholy?
How can so many tears be shed over a single persons simple words?
Why must me entire effort and spirit seem to exist for that person?
And how can these feeling disappear so fast?

There is so many things I could be sad about,
But I love the feeling when the littlest thing causes me to smile, so I’ll simply focus on…

The butterfly above my head
My best friend in the world or
That sweet little thing he said

The feeling of dancing in the rain
The text they sent that made me so happy
Or the feeling right after the pain

The comforting arm around my shoulder
A happy shade of yellow
Or the moment you watch her grow bolder

Every action you make can effect someone or something around you, so remind someone who needs it about the little joys of life.

There are lovely lies I tell myself
Each and everyday
But it is the only way that I can be
Myself which is ok
I tell myself that
That rude girl is just self conscious
Mabey tomorrow will be better
I tell myself the glass is half full
And that my life can and will get better

The thing about these lies is
I don’t know if they are true
But for me this method works
And Mabey it will work for you

And mabey, or at least I hope that,
One day,

I will believe these lovely lies

Anxiety is sickness
Anxiety is not knowing what to do
Anxiety is hurt that effects so much
It becomes a part of you
Anxiety isn’t being anxious
Anxiety isn’t fear
Anxiety is painful
Anxiety draws you near
People say that they have it
People say they share your pain
But this word is misused
And it’s not something to gain
Anxiety effects you daily
It effects you all the time
So before you use this word, think,
Is this word really mine?