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So guess what I feel **** again, Because against my anxiety I just can’t win, All I needed to say was thank you, But for some reason I just couldn’t do, Don’t get me wrong I was grateful, But it wouldn’t come out and now I feel so hateful, They treat me so nice and buy me dinner, I couldn’t say thanks I feel like such a sinner, When I try to speak up, All my demons won’t shut up, So yes I chickened out again, It would be easier to do with a pen, Don’t be surprised this is nothing new, Chickening out is usually what I do, Every time I feel so bad, And the memories make me sad, I know it makes absolutely no sense, That something so simple makes me all tense, What must they think of me? So ungrateful I must seem to be, I wish it would just come out, Because now it’s all I think about, I know in my head that it would’ve been fine, If I had just said thanks for letting me dine, But I just couldn’t quench the fear, The fear of nothing it would appear, I’m just too scared to use my voice, Even though I know it’s the wrong choice, So congratulations anxiety to you, You beat me again like you always do.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
Anxiety Wins Again
So guess what I feel **** again, Because against my anxiety I just can’t win, All I needed to say was thank you, But for some reason I just couldn’t do, Don’t get me wrong I was grateful, But it wouldn’t come out and now I feel so hateful, They treat me so nice and buy me dinner, I couldn’t say thanks I feel like such a sinner, When I try to speak up, All my demons won’t shut up, So yes I chickened out again, It would be easier to do with a pen, Don’t be surprised this is nothing new, Chickening out is usually what I do, Every time I feel so bad, And the memories make me sad, I know it makes absolutely no sense, That something so simple makes me all tense, What must they think of me? So ungrateful I must seem to be, I wish it would just come out, Because now it’s all I think about, I know in my head that it would’ve been fine, If I had just said thanks for letting me dine, But I just couldn’t quench the fear, The fear of nothing it would appear, I’m just too scared to use my voice, Even though I know it’s the wrong choice, So congratulations anxiety to you, You beat me again like you always do.
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mikaela-webster
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
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